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Hell, Yeah

By: firstkiss



My feet were killing me and my back ached as I struggled to hold a full case of beer with one arm while opening the door with the other.

"Hurry the hell up!" A gruff voice growled from behind me. Shooting a look over my shoulder I could see Shaun, my manager, juggling three heavy cases of beer.

"Damn," I smiled, holding open the door between the storeroom and the darkened bar where we worked. "You make me look like a wimp."

"You are." Shaun said with all the straightforwardness he possessed. He dumped his cases of beer on the bar and reached to take mine. "I'll fill the coolers if you do the paperwork."

"Hell, yeah." I grinned broadly, grabbing the calculator, tip jar, and cash drawer. I settled myself at the bar to muddle through the calculations; the musical clink of beer bottles and the dull thud of cooler doors opening and closing the only sound in the now empty bar.

No offence to customers, but closing time is really the best part of being a bartender. The dark, cool, and silent end of the night is what we live for, especially after a busy shift. It had been a particularly crazy Sunday. NFL Division finals had meant a full bar all afternoon and late into the evening, resulting in a steady stream of drink orders from both customers at the bar and the waitresses on the floor which turned into a veritable avalanche at halftime and between games. 

Anyone who has ever worked bar knows how exciting it can be when the patrons are in a friendly and generous mood and you get the rhythm right. Bartending is like a crazy, hectic, hot, and stressful dance and most days I love it. Working with Shaun was a pleasure. He might be the manager, but he had no qualms about getting behind the bar to lend a hand; after four years of working together the two of us had established a rhythm when we were behind the taps which was smooth, efficient, and satisfying. I'd rather work with Shaun than anyone.

The columns of figures added up, the till balanced out, and the pile of tips to divide between the two of us was pleasantly large. All-in-all, it had been a great night.

The cool glass of a bottle of beer sliding into my hand drove numbers straight out of my head. I didn't have to glance up to know it was an icy green bottle of Moosehead; my favourite.

"You, Sir, are a prince among men." I looked up from my paperwork in time to see Shaun shoot me a cocky grin, his own bottle of Alexander Keith's at his lips; tipping it back he took a long drink. "Cheers!" I laughed, and did the same. There is precious little in this world that can top that first swig of ice cold beer after a long, hard shift. I never understood the women who came into the bar and ordered cosmopolitans or daiquiris – give me a frosty, cold beer any day and I'm a happy girl.

Sighing, I tilted my head back, pulled out the elastic holding my ponytail in place, and relaxed. "That's your half." I said, pushing a pile of bills and change towards Shaun as he sat down on the barstool next to mine.

"Nice." He settled back with a sigh of his own, shucking off his uniform golf shirt to reveal the Guinness t-shirt underneath. "How much?"

"$147.36"

"Seriously? Holy shit!" Shaun grinned. "Good job."

"Couldn't have done it without you," I admitted. "Thanks for the help."

Shaun shrugged. "Gets me out of the office; got to watch a little football; no problem."

I'd always liked his straightforward approach. Shaun was a man of few words, usually a little too serious, and always intently focussed during business hours. A lot of the wait staff didn't like him, not just because he was a couple of years older than most of us, but because he actually took his job seriously, and was damn good at it too. Mac's couldn't function without Shaun, a fact that even Mac, the owner, would freely admit to. Once closing rolled around though, Shaun was generally the first to relax, kick back, and crack open a beer or two.

"Are all the other girls gone?" Shaun asked, looking over his shoulder at the dark and empty room behind us.

"Yup." I took a pull of my beer. "It's a Skinny Bitch-free zone."

Shaun laughed gruffly. "I wish you wouldn't call them that. They're waitstaff." He stressed the title with slight derision.

"They're skinny bitches and you know it." I laughed too. "Some of those girls don't know the difference between a Manhattan and a Shirley Temple. I wish Mac would hire a waitress whose brain was actually bigger than her tits for once."

"That's why he has you."

I punched Shaun playfully on the arm. "Thanks. And I will have you know there is nothing wrong with the size of my breasts."

The cocky grin was back, paired with a flirtatious appraisal. "I know."

"It's these damn uniforms." I pulled at the ugly navy blue fabric of my golf shirt. "They do nothing for a girl's figure."

"You could wear the waitstaff t-shirts." Shaun suggested laughingly.

"Fat chance," I snorted. Mac had bought the waitresses these little babydoll t-shirts which could give the ones worn by Hooter girls a run for their money. I'd never admitted to Shaun that I had tried one on once, but couldn't get comfortable with having ‘Mac's' plastered tightly across my chest. On the Skinny Bitches they looked alright, but I outweighed the gaggle of size four waitresses by at least twenty pounds, so I stuck to the golf shirts worn by the male staff; they at least were comfortable, although much detested.

"Why are you still wearing the damn thing if you hate it so much?" Shaun asked, correctly guessing my frame of mind.

"Good point." I laughed, drawing the golf shirt off as Shaun went behind the bar to grab two more beers; the first one always went down too quickly. It was much cooler in the dark bar with just my white tank top on, but it felt good to have the uniform off.

Seated again, Shaun passed me my fresh beer before reaching past me to grab the television remote. The warmth of his arm brushing mine made me jump; goosebumps rose on my skin.

Grinning broadly, Shaun sat back and turned on the television over the bar, turning up the volume on TSN. "I know, I know." He sighed. "We watched football all day. We were working remember? I just want to see the highlights."

"Okay," I conceded. "But afterwards I want to know why you were such a grumpy bastard earlier in the shift." 

That drew a glare from Shaun, but he nodded curtly. He had been unusually grumpy when he'd first come in, slamming glasses down on the bar and just generally being a bear to everyone but the customers. After four years of working together I was accustomed to Shaun's dark moods, and I'd even put up with them if he gave me a good reason to.

We sat in companionable silence, drinking our beer and watching football highlights; Shaun automatically explaining aloud the more complicated aspects of the game to me. He'd been trying to get me into football since we first met, and while my appreciation for the game had grown, I still didn't really get it. That didn't bother me as much as it did him, I was more of a hockey fan anyway, but I let him talk out the plays and decipher the calls for me; it seemed to relax him.

Once football highlights were over, TSN switched to basketball; Shaun hit mute and with a hand on the high backrest of my bar stool, swivelled me around to face him, our knees touching. His hazel eyes were serious. "Lisa and I broke up."

"Ah, shit Shaun. Really? I'm sorry."

He shrugged, reaching for his beer. He rolled the frosty bottle between his palms, eyes downcast.

"What a bitch, breaking up with you before you came in to work." I patted Shaun's knee, unsure how to be comforting to someone who usually kept their feelings pretty well hidden.

"Actually, it was three weeks ago."

"Are you fucking kidding?" I gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It never came up. What was I supposed to say? ‘Hi, how are you? How was your day off? Did you see the game last night? Oh, and by the way, Lisa dumped my ass'?"

It was my turn to look hurt. "It would have been nice to know." My retort sounded harsher in the dark, empty room than it should have. "I thought we were friends."

"We are," Shaun assured me, cracking a reluctant grin. "I'm better off without her anyway."

I returned his smile. "Hell, yeah. So if it's been three weeks why the grumpy bastard routine earlier today?"

"She called this afternoon."

"What did she want? To get back together?" I took a long swig of my beer. I'd forgotten I had one.

"I don't know. At first I thought that's what she wanted, she was being all nice and sweet. Chatty." He paused.

"And?"

"And then she asked if I still had her U2 CD."

"Fucking bitch."

He laughed. "The bitchiest."

"She's the Queen Bitch." I patted his knee again. "Don't worry, there are plenty more bitches out there for you to chose from; in fact, a large number of them are employed here."

Shawn shook his head. "Nope, no more Skinny Bitches for me."

Laughing, I clinked my beer bottle against his. "Cheers to that!"

Shaun swivelled my stool around so I was facing the television again, but kept his arm slung across the back. We returned to watching sports highlights, this time with the volume off; the silence between us was comfortable. I leaned against the backrest of my bar stool; Shaun's arm was solid and warm, his hand rested against my bare arm.

"You know what I miss the most?" Shaun asked after a time.

"Having someone to change the toilet paper roll?" I quipped, pleased by his deep rumble of laughter.

"Yeah, well other than that?" He waited for me to respond.

"I don't know, what?"

"Kissing."

"Kissing Lisa?"

"No, not really. I just miss kissing and having someone to kiss whenever I want."

The admission left me speechless for a moment. Shaun had really hit home. My boyfriend and I had split three months prior and I'd been single ever since. I certainly didn't miss Peter, but I missed things about having a boyfriend. Like kissing.

"Do you miss Peter?" He asked, as if reading my mind. Shaun knew my ex only slightly and freely admitted to never having liked him.

"No." I confessed. "Not anymore." I glanced over at Shaun quickly before looking away. He was grinning again. "I do miss the oral sex though."

My remark must have caught Shaun by surprise; he choked on his beer.

Laughing, I mopped up the beer he'd spilled on the bar with a few cocktail napkins. Shaun sat speechless, his hazel eyes wide.

"What?" I laughed. "I do."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that," Shaun admitted, when his breathing returned.

It was my turn to shrug. "Once you've been single for a while, you'll agree with me."

"Fuck. I've only been single three weeks and I already agree with you. Mind you, Lisa wasn't too keen on that particular request anyway."

"Aww. You poor man." I shot Shaun a teasing grin. He laughed but said nothing. The silence stretched between us again, still as relaxed as earlier despite the fact we'd just been discussing oral sex. For some reason, even though we'd never been there before, the changing tack of our conversation seemed natural. Maybe it was the beer.

It should have been weird sitting in the dark with Shaun's arm around me, but it wasn't. I was nice actually, very nice. We'd been friends and co-workers for so long, as comfortable in our silences as I'd ever been with any guy. Truthfully, I liked Shaun much better than most of the guys I'd dated. He was solid, dependable, and damn funny at times. Plus, he brought me cold beer, knew exactly what to say when I'd had a bad day, and never made me feel inferior because I didn't look like the Skinny Bitches. In fact, there were times when I could almost think he was glad I didn't.

"What is this?" I asked after a while, afraid to turn and look at him. 

"What is what?" Shaun's voice was more gruff than usual.

"This. Whatever this is, you know, between us. What is it?"

Shaun tightened his arm around me, swivelling my barstool so we faced each other again, knees bumping. His other arm wound around me too, caressing the length of my bare arm, raising goosebumps. "I don't know." He admitted, the look on his face earnest for a moment before changing, warming. A mischievous spark lit in his hazel eyes. "Want to find out?"

"Hell, yeah." 

Later we would argue as to who kissed who first. I'd never admit to him that it was me, but to be honest, it was. His lips were smooth, warm; his kiss tentative at first. The touch of his tongue against my teeth set us off. I'd never been kissed by any guy the way Shaun was kissing me; he was demanding, provoking, intense. I forgot to breathe. 

His grip around my waist tightened, our kiss deepened. His hands were everywhere, the length of my spine, the bend of my waist, the curve of my hips. I plunged my own hands into his wavy brown hair, moaning through the kiss. Suddenly it was warm in the bar, much too warm. I was practically sitting on his lap.

"Fuck." Shaun panted, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "If I'd known you kissed like that, I'd have done it long ago." The cocky grin was plastered on his face. Laughing, I traced the rough stubble along his jaw. "We can't do this here," he smiled, leaning forward to drop a path of kisses along the length of my neck. I arched against him, all but purring. I love when guys kiss my neck.

"The office?" I gasped through the ragged lump in my throat. I was so excited I wasn't sure I could stand.

Shaun helped me off my barstool, leading me through the doors into the back hallway and then into the office he shared with Mac, his wide hands cradling the expanse of my hips; I could feel the heat of his grip through my jeans. The light in the office was harsh, the fluorescent glare casting both of us in a sickly greenish glow. Frowning, Shaun turned the overhead lights off, then crossed the room to his small desk in the corner and flicked on his desk lamp. In the soft glow the office was much more welcoming; the beat up old sofa Mac refused to throw away spanned the length of one wall. It was ragged and ugly as sin, but damn comfortable; we'd all napped on it at one time or another.

Shaun sat down on the sofa, pulling me down to straddle him; we resumed our frenzied kissing. I hadn't made out on a couch with a guy since high school; it felt naughty and fun at the same time. If my head hadn't been swimming with Shaun's kisses, I would have laughed.

My hands were threaded in Shaun's hair, his wandered along with curve of my hips and waist before brushing against my breasts; I moaned encouragement. Chuckling in his throat, Shaun ran the pad of his strong thumbs across my nipples; the shock and pleasure of the contact made me arch my back.

"You like that?" Shaun laughed, gasping as I broke our kiss. I nodded wordlessly. "I want to see them. Take your shirt off." 

Shifting my position I obeyed, pulling the white tank top off with an enthusiastic yank. Shaun's hazel eyes widened at the sight of my D-cup breasts in a lacy white bra. The expression on his face was one of awed disbelief which made me grin. He ran his large hands over the white lace; my nipples hardening even more at his touch.

"You should not hide these beneath those damn golf shirts." Shaun murmured before lowering his head to run a line of kisses across my clavicle. "I'm voting for a change of uniform."

I shook my head, rendered momentarily speechless by his hot breath against my body and the possessive appreciation on his face. "The little t-shirts didn't fit," I gasped as his tongue made contact with my right nipple through the lace of my bra. "I tried, too tight."

Shaun's laugh was a deep rumble I could feel all the way to my toes. He laved my nipple for a time, flicking the hot tip of his tongue against it. "I would have loved to see that."

"I bet," I teased, running my hands across the broad expanse of his shoulders as he sucked at one breast while flicking the nipple of the other with his thumb. "You perv."

Biting gently at my hardened nipple, Shaun laughed. Straddling him as I was I could feel the length of his hard cock beneath his jeans. I wiggled my hips; he groaned, clutched my ass and pulled me closer, diverting his attention from my tits back to my mouth.

Distracted by the urgent kiss, I didn't notice he'd undone my bra until he slid the straps from my shoulders. Shaun leaned back against the couch, pulling my bra off as he did. He sat silently studying my bared breasts for a moment before grinning broadly and palming their weight with his large hands. The heat of his skin against mine made me moan. 

"Damn," he murmured shakily. "I've been fantasizing about these for four years. They're even better than I thought they would be." His voice had morphed into a low growl.

His touch had me writhing on top of him, grinding hard against his lap. I could feel the damp heat between my legs; I was certain my panties were soaked. "You fantasize about me?"

"Hell, yeah." Shaun ran his hands around to my spine and down to cup my ass, kneading it through my jeans.

"What about the Skinny Bitches?" I couldn't help asking. "Do you fantasize about them?"

Shaun did growl this time, his face twisting into the grumpy scowl I recognized from earlier in the day. "I don't want the fucking Skinny Bitches." He ran his hands possessively over my ass, the curve between my hips and waist, the heavy roundness of my breasts. "I want you. I've always wanted you." He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard, driving the breath from my body.

If I had harboured even one tiny ounce of doubt about what we were doing it fled the moment his determined, lust-darkened eyes met mine through the kiss. I'd seen Shaun in every mood over the past four years, but I'd never seen him like this; he looked so incredibly sexy, a man who knew what he wanted and was determined to get it. I didn't have the will to argue.

Our clothes were off in an instant and we were back on the couch with me straddling Shaun again. He was pretty well built. I'd always appreciated the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms in his uniform; years of heaving about full kegs of draft and cases of beer had resulted in an upper body more toned than I would have thought. His cock was impressive, at least eight inches long, and wider than any I'd ever seen in person. My ex-boyfriend couldn't have competed with it; the anticipation of having it's generous size buried inside me made me crazy. It didn't matter that he was my manager and we were naked in his office, I wanted Shaun like I'd never wanted any guy.

His hand dipped between my legs, feeling for the slick heat, finding my clit without preamble. The contact made me jump; muscles contracting, I came with a wail. 

"Shit," Shaun laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, his fingers questing further, dipping into the warmth of my pussy. "That didn't take much!"

"Sorry," I apologized, leaning in closer to kiss him. "It's been a while." The feeling of his two fingers inside me was amazing.

"I just hope we haven't finished before we've begun."

"Hell, no. I can have a few more."

"Really? Lucky girl." Shaun cocked an eyebrow, the hint of a smile playing about his well-kissed lips. "How many?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I've never kept track. I usually lose count after six or seven."

Laughing, Shaun bent to briefly take a nipple in his mouth. He removed his sopping fingers, rubbing his hard cock against my dripping pussy. "That sounds like a challenge."

One little orgasm wasn't enough. I wanted everything. Beneath me, Shaun was grinning lasciviously. "Please." I panted. I've never been a patient person.

"Gladly," Shaun growled. His strong hands spanned my waist; lifting me slightly he thrust forward, finding my pussy with unerring accuracy. Filled, I know I screamed. I had been right: he felt amazing, larger than I'd ever had. It felt like the first time again. "Shit," Shaun said through gritted teeth. "You're so fucking tight. This isn't going to take long."


Hell, Yeah Ch. 02



"Hey, get up." Shaun prodded my shoulder, practically bouncing out of bed like a kid on Christmas. "It's Super Bowl Sunday; we gotta work!"

Groaning, I rolled over to glance at the alarm clock. It read 11:42 a.m. We were scheduled to work at three; the game didn't even start until 6:30. Flinging an arm over my eyes to block out the light, I groaned again.

"Come on. Get that fine ass of yours out of bed. Let's go." Shaun's tone was teasing but managed to hold enough authority to remind me although we were sleeping together, he was still my boss. Considering he'd been the one to keep me up all hours of the night with his lusty demands, it was the least he could do to let me sleep a little longer.

"Come on," he asserted, tugging the blankets and sheets off of me, exposing my very naked body to a chilly bedroom. Scowling darkly, I tried to steal them back. "You know, before we started sleeping together, I totally had you pegged for a morning person. I guess now I know the truth." Shaun laughed, and leaning over me, pinched my cold nipple.

"I don't have to be a morning person," I growled, grasping his wrist and pulling him down on top of me. "I'm a bartender!" Shaun's body was warm; I burrowed under his weight, taking advantage of the cover provided by his large chest. "Mmm... you're like a blanket."

Shaun's deep rumble of laughter was a purr in my ear. Nibbling gently he worked down the curve of my neck, kissing a path to my shoulder. It was my turn to purr.

"Oh, no," he laughed, rolling off of me and giving my hip a playful slap. "You're not sidetracking me. It's Super Bowl: biggest day of the year for the bar. Get up!"

I flashed him my sexiest pout and batted my eyelashes. "Come to bed?"

Torn between a threatening scowl and a broad grin, Shaun tossed his t-shirt at me. "Cover those damn things up," he laughed, motioning at my breasts. "They distract the hell out of me."

"Stupid Super Bowl," I joked, pulling his extra-large t-shirt over my head; it went down to my knees and smelled wonderfully of Shaun. "Why can't you like hockey like every other good Canadian boy?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Shaun yelled from the bathroom. "No woman of mine is going to bad-mouth football."

Laughing, I joined Shaun at the sink, and reaching for my toothbrush I deliberately let my breasts brush his arm. Shaun tried to look mad, but the distinct bulge in his boxers gave him away.

"Stop that," he snapped, following my sardonic gaze downward. "Just ignore it, and it'll go away."

"Fat chance," I quipped through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Hard to ignore something as big as that."

Shaun chuckled, gave my ass a slap and turned to leave me to my morning routine. "You look fuckin' hot in my t-shirt," he shot back over his shoulder.

Grinning, I closed the door in his face.

I like my showers nice and hot; the more steam, the better. I also like a long shower, and at least ten minutes into it I heard the bathroom door open and close. Humming softly, I reached for the shampoo and began to lather up my shoulder-length brown hair. I almost laughed when I heard the slide of the shower curtain and felt the cold blast of air that announced Shaun's arrival.

"Damn," he whispered, whistling long and low before running his hands from my wet breasts to my wet hips.

I stepped out of his grasp and back under the direct spray of the shower to rinse my hair clean. I opened my eyes to see Shaun smiling sexily and sporting one hell of an erection. 

"I thought we weren't going to have any distractions this morning," I teased, reaching for the soap.

"Too late. Besides, I was a little worried you weren't going to leave me any hot water." Shaun watched with heavily lidded eyes as I applied my soapy hands to his broad chest. 

"I like long showers," I pouted, running my slick hands over the hard plane of his upper body before slipping lower to trace the ripple of his abs. "Makes me feel clean."

"Well," Shaun growled as my soapy hands curled around the girth of his cock. "You were pretty dirty last night."

I stepped aside so the shower spray could rinse the soap off his body. "Me? You're the one who suggested it." Laughing, I dropped to my knees; bracing my hands against Shaun's hard thighs, I leaned in and took the length of him in my mouth.

Shaun's low groan reverberated in the small shower. He laced his fingers in my hair, guiding me into a rhythm. The hot, smooth glide of his cock past my lips turned me on more than I thought possible.

I once dated a guy who told me that there is nothing better than a good blow job and that if you make the first few truly great he'll never forget you. Although that guy was long gone his advice stuck with me; and besides, I'd always thought it was fun. I liked the challenge of making it last as long as possible. With Shaun of course, the bigger challenge was how to get the entire thing in.

Shaun's breath came in short gasps. Generally he was a pretty quiet guy, both on the job and as I'd only recently learned, in bed too; but he always seemed a little noisier when I was going down on him. Smiling past the cock in my mouth, I gave Shaun a saucy wink.

"What are you doing to me, Woman?" He gasped, moving my head with a little more force. I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting as much of him into my throat as possible.

He cried my name as he came, shooting salty, thick spurts past my greedy tongue; grinning, I swallowed happily. He grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet, shaking his head all the while. Around us the shower continued.

"You," Shaun stressed, stroking my wet hair, tracing a tendril clinging to my cheek. "Are a very bad girl."

"You're the one who hopped in the shower with me." I handed him the bar of soap. "I washed your back, now you wash mine."

Shaun chuckled. "I don't remember that soap being anywhere but up front." He lightly slapped my wet hip again. "But I'll play along. Turn around."

We switched places to that he was closer to the showerhead and I was facing the opposite wall. Shaun lathered up his hands and reached around to my breasts, his slick palms sliding over my wet skin. My nipples hardened instantly, the sensation shooting down to pool between my legs. I moaned. 

Shaun continued his slippery exploration, pressing himself against my back. I could feel the spent cock nestling between my ass cheeks give a little twitch. For a thirty-two year old he had a pretty impressive recovery time. I wiggled my hips in appreciation, giggling as the twitch became a slow firming. Shaun's hands teased the edge of my curls before spreading slickly over my hips. I ground against him harder, wanting him to reach down and touch my pussy more than anything. 

Chuckling, Shaun gave my ass a light slap. "Ah, ah. You said wash your back, not your front." He stepped back a pace, pulling my hips towards him with one hand and pressing my spine forward with the other, making my ass jut out lewdly. Half bent over and trembling with excitement, I braced my hands on the shower wall.

Lathering up again, Shaun ran his hands from my shoulders, down my back, and over my ass, giving it a rough squeeze for a moment before reversing and coming back up. The slickness of his hot, soapy hands against my skin made my knees weak. My usual enthusiastic sounds of pleasure echoed in the small space of the shower.

Keeping one broad hand on my hip, Shaun ran a single finger down my spine and into the cleft between my ass cheeks, pausing to tease my asshole for a moment. My sharp intake of breath must have surprised him because he stopped.

"Should I not do that?" He asked gently.

"I don't know," I admitted, glad my back was to him so he couldn't see me blush. "No one's ever done that before."

"Do you want me to stop?" His slick finger continued its soft circling; it felt amazing, better than I thought it would have. I shook my head. Shaun's free hand slid from my hip to my pussy, seeking out the wetness there. "If you tell me to stop, I will." He lightly stroked my clit while pressing just the tip of his soapy finger into my ass. I groaned loudly. "You like that?" Shaun asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, amazed that so much feeling could be centered on so small a place. The pressure was incredible; he felt huge inside of me and it was only a short length of his finger. My breath came in ragged, harsh pants. Shaun gave me a moment to adjust to the new sensation before pulling out slightly and then pushing in again.

"Holy fuck," I gasped as his finger penetrated my ass further.

Shaun laughed, strumming my clit while deepening his thrusts. There was a little pain, but it didn't bother me; the building sensations in my ass cancelled it out.

"I told you that you were a bad girl," Shaun teased, withdrawing his finger slowly, circling my asshole with it before plunging it back in; he repeated the exploit several times with languid strokes, increasing the pressure on my clit all the while. Behind my wails of pleasure I could hear him moaning too. His erection was a scalding hardness against my hip. 

"That is so fucking hot," he groaned, stepping back further to watch his thick finger disappear into my ass.

My orgasm hit me hard. Abandoning my throbbing clit, Shaun wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me up, the index finger of his other hand still embedded deep in my ass. I could feel my muscles contracting around the digit, the sensation of fullness magnified by the tremors which continued to run through me.

With an unapologetic grunt, Shaun shoved his cock in my pussy, hitting bottom just as another orgasm wracked my body. His finger continued to saw gently in and out of my ass while he fucked me. "You are so tight," Shaun lengthened his strokes, slowing down to allow me to feel every millimetre of his eight inch hard-on. 

"You're so big," I gasped, the feeling of his dick deep in his pussy combined with his finger in my ass was incredible. I'd already come twice, much harder than usual; if this is what a little anal action did to me, I was pretty sure I liked it. 

"Talk to me." Shaun moaned, his voice husky. "Tell me what it feels like."

My head was swimming. Talking dirty was something I was new at; we'd both been surprised to discover how much it turned us on. "Your cock feels so huge. I can't believe it. I'm so full; it feels so good."

"And your ass?" Shaun's finger became rougher, his thrusts into my pussy and ass more demanding.

"Oh, God. I fucking love your finger my ass. I didn't know it would feel so good."

Shaun's breathing was harsh; the sound of his ragged panting combined with my loud cries filled the bathroom. "Are you going to come again for me, Baby?"

"Yes." I wailed; the rising throb of orgasm driving all thought from my head. My muscles contracted violently, ass and pussy both clenched down strongly on Shaun. His grunt of surprise broadcast his own finish; I could feel the hot spasms of his cock deep inside me, it made me smile through the fog. His finger slowed in my ass, gently massaging the clamping muscles, lengthening my orgasm. My vision narrowed, blackness crept around the periphery; I couldn't seem to get enough air in my lungs, and my ability to remain standing was failing me. The tingling stretched all the way from my head to my toes, which I could no longer feel. 

Wordlessly, Shaun reached back with his foot and shut the shower off. I hadn't even noticed that it had started to go cold. Gently he slid his finger free of my ass while helping me stand upright. He kissed a trail across my shoulders, ignoring the heaving gasps of air I was trying to get into my lungs. Shaun opened the shower curtain and reaching for my towel, wrapped me in its soft warmth.

Sopping wet and wearing an ear-to-ear grin, Shaun scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, depositing me gently on the bed. I was vaguely aware of the damp towel being taken away and warm blankets covering me. Shaun leaned in to kiss my nose. I sighed contentedly; I couldn't remember ever being so spent before.

"You can sleep for an hour," he murmured, smoothing my wet hair back from my forehead. "And then we really do have to go to work. It's Super Bowl." 

I smiled, feeling the sleep edging in; satiated, I allowed myself to relax back into the wonderfully heavy weight of my limbs. "Yes, boss." 

The last thing I remember hearing was Shaun's deep rumble of laughter.



Hell, Yeah Ch. 03



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 practice 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 into 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 cat calls 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 half way 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 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 about 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."




Hell, Yeah Ch. 03



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 deeply 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.



Hell, Yeah Ch. 04



I stood shivering in the walk-in beer storage, my arms crossed over my breasts, silently willing my chilly nipples to behave. My thin t-shirt was no protection against the cold. 

Beside me Mac was droning on about liquor inspections and inventories. As the owner of the bar where I worked, Mac was technically my boss, but his authority didn't hold as much sway as that of Shaun, the manager. Mac was a nice enough guy, although his advancing age meant he was growing more absentminded every day. I'd always suspected he owned a bar solely because he liked booze a lot; the effects of fifty years of drinking were becoming patently obvious. My changing relationship with Shaun had proven my theories right; I'd seen firsthand that Mac's wouldn't function without Shaun's leadership and organization; Mac himself had become little more than a figurehead.

I grimaced as Mac thrust a clipboard containing the beer inventory list at me. "Since Shaun has decided he's not working overtime anymore," Mac snarled, trying to sound threatening, "we've fallen behind. Beer inventory is your job now. Every bottle has to be accounted for. Got it?"

Nodding, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as Mac and the ever-present whiskey cloud that surrounded him left the cooler, slamming the door as he did. I'd been working for the man for four years and that was the longest sentence he'd ever uttered to me. 

A month ago I would have complained bitterly about this new chore, but seeing as Shaun's desire to have more time off might have something to do with the fact he and I had been fucking like bunnies at every possible opportunity over the past few weeks, I decided to suck it up and count the beer bottles. The less work Shaun had to do, the more time we could spend together, which was definitely a good thing: a girl can never get too much nookie, especially when the nookie was as good as I'd been getting lately.

Humming softly to myself, I began to tally up each brand of beer; unopened cases were easy to count, but the cases which had been cracked open to fill the beer fridges behind the bar had to have each remaining bottle counted individually. I silently cursed the province's strict liquor licensing laws while my mind slipped into a daze of columns of figures, my numb fingers ticking off each beer.

The heavy thud of the storeroom door closing stirred me from my reverie. Whirling about I expected to see Mac coming to remind me of some other chore. I was pleasantly surprised therefore to see Shaun leaning casually against the wall, grinning broadly. Following his gaze downward I quickly covered my cold-hardened nipples from view; the way they pointed underneath my white t-shirt was practically pornographic.

"Chilly?" Shaun teased, his deep voice dripping with more than sarcasm.

"Oh, ha, ha." I shot back, turning my back to him. "I thought you had today off." I said, standing on tip-toe to count the sixteen bottles in an open case of Heineken. When I'd left my apartment that afternoon Shaun had still been asleep, his toned, naked body sprawled out amongst my rumpled sheets. It had been difficult to leave.

"I do. Actually, I came in to see you."

"Really?" I arched an eyebrow. "Didn't get enough of me last night?"

Shaun laughed. "Well, no. But that's not the only reason why I'm here. I was just downtown at the bank. I had a meeting."

"Mm hm," I hummed, continuing on to the next stack of beer cases, hoping my apprehension wasn't showing. It was obvious Shaun was getting at something, just what the hell was it?

"They're giving me a loan." Shaun sounded pleased with himself. I turned to face him, my curiosity too great to be ignored. He already owned a car, what could he possibly need a loan for?

The silence stretched between us for a moment; Shaun was clearly enjoying having the upper hand. Sighing in exasperation I tossed the clipboard I was holding onto a case of Coors Light. "All right, I'll bite. Why are you getting a bank loan?"

Shaun's answered smile was megawatt bright; it transformed his face from handsome to downright breathtaking. My heart beat frantically in my chest.

"I'm buying Mac's."

I shook my head, trying to clear it; my ponytail whipped against my cheek. I must not have heard properly. "Pardon?"

"Mac has been talking about retirement for a while. I had some money saved up and the bank is going to loan me the rest. I'm going to buy Mac's."

Laughing, I launched myself at Shaun, throwing my arms around him. He chuckled, swinging me about the walk-in cooler until we were both dizzy. "You're fucking serious?" I studied his beautiful hazel eyes, seeing nothing but happiness and pride.

"Yup, the lawyers are drawing up the paperwork as we speak. First of the month Mac's is mine."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Shaun released me from his embrace, managing to look guilty. "Well, I didn't want to say anything before I knew for sure I could get the rest of the money. Mac wanted to keep it quiet as well; no dissention in the ranks and all that. I wanted to tell you. Shit, I almost did about a million times."

I smiled reassuringly. "This is so great." I kissed him soundly on the lips. "Now I'm really sleeping with the boss!"

Shaun kissed me back for a time; the play of his hot tongue against mine made my knees weak. "The boss wants to give you a promotion." 

"Pardon?" I asked again, my head still spinning from the combination of Shaun's good news and his kisses.

"Well," Shaun grabbed my hips, pulling me firmly against him; he was a tower of warmth in the cool room. "I'm going to be the new Mac and I want you to be the new me."

"Is this because of all the blow jobs?" I asked saucily, curling my arms around Shaun's neck, playing with his hair.

"Well, that certainly didn't hurt." Shaun clutched my chin, gently tilting my face up so he could look me in the eye. "You've been here four years and you're the most qualified for the job; plus I know I can trust you. I need a manager and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather give the job to. The sex is just a bonus."

I giggled. "I'd say." 

"Of course," Shaun ran a hand down to fondle my breast, tweaking my hardened nipple through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, "now I can have you whenever and wherever I want."

"You're not the boss yet," I teased, arching my back, straining on tip-toe to have Shaun touch me harder. Every pass of his hand over my nipple sent shockwaves straight to my pussy.

"I may not be THE boss, but I'm still YOUR boss." Shaun leaned in to kiss a hot trail across my neck. "And if I want to fuck you in the walk-in cooler, I'll fuck you in the walk-in cooler."

I laughed. "Is that why you really came in today? To fuck me in the walk-in cooler?"

Shaun's breath was scalding hot against the chilled skin of my throat. His cold hands crept up under my t-shirt, toying with my nipples through my bra. "Maybe."

"And if I say no?"

Shaun's grip on my breasts roughened; he straightened from my neck and plundered my mouth fiercely. I gasped into the kiss. It never failed to amaze me the quickness with which Shaun could arouse me. 

After a time Shaun broke the kiss to grin down at me. "Are you really going to say no?"

"Cocky bastard," I muttered. "I'm working right now. What if Mac comes back?"

Shaun smiled wickedly, "He knows I'm in here. I don't think he'll bother us. Besides, I'll be quick."

I arched an eyebrow, biting back a sarcastic reply. I was already turned on more than I'd admit; it took all my willpower to step out of Shaun's embrace. His hand slipped from under my shirt, his expression bewildered as I picked up the forgotten clipboard. "I'm sorry Shaun, but I'm working." 

The growl of disappointment was a deep rumble in Shaun's throat. I turned my back to him, resuming my inventory with unsteady hands. Behind me I could feel Shaun staring, the undisguised heat of his gaze burned into me; I tried my damnedest to ignore him. There was a distinct wetness in my panties that betrayed me, but Shaun didn't need to know that. 

I'd fucked Shaun before work and after work, but never while I was supposed to be working, and never when there were other people in the building. The thought that Mac or a waitress could walk in on us held me back; it was frightening and yet such a turn-on. If I looked Shaun in the eye, he would know how I felt; I'd never been able to hide my desire from him. 

I'd tallied up four kinds of beer before I felt Shaun's approach. I didn't need to turn around to know he was standing right behind me; the heat of his body in the cool storage room announced his nearness. 

Wordlessly he ran a finger down the length of my spine; the slight contact burned through my t-shirt. I shivered but said nothing; I didn't trust my mouth to say 'no' when all I really wanted was to say 'yes'. Not having been rebuked, Shaun continued his touching, exploring the curve of my ass and hips. Biting my lip I tried to ignore the rush of feeling which shot instantly to my pussy and continue my work. Undaunted, Shaun kept up his exploration, stepping closer to press himself against my back, his erection an obvious intruder wedged between us.

It was more than difficult to keep my head on straight and count bottles with the heat of Shaun's touch over my body. I could feel my breathing quicken, my heart beat more rapidly; I closed my eyes and prayed for willpower, cursing the weakness of my body and the strength of my desire for him. The part of me that wanted to deny him seemed to be melting away.

I didn't put up much of a struggle when Shaun turned me about to face him and took the clipboard from my trembling hands. The heated desire in his eyes stole the breath from my body. How was it possible that someone wanted me this badly? No man I'd ever been with before made me feel the way Shaun did. Panicking over more than the risk of getting caught, I resorted to humour to ward him off. "It's freezing cold in here, just how are you going to get into my panties?"

The roguish twinkle in his eyes made me laugh; humour was no weapon against Shaun. "The same way I always do. Easily."

I punched Shaun on the shoulder but couldn't hide my grin. He was so cocky sometimes it was unbelievable. How could I say no to those gleaming hazel eyes and downright sexy smirk?

"Come on, admit it," Shaun cajoled, "you want me."

I was weak. Relenting, I ran my hand over Shaun's erection. "You want me." I stated simply.

"Always."

"You're so good for a girl's ego."

"I hope I'm good for the other parts of the girl as well." Shaun ran a possessive hand over my breasts.

"You have no idea."

Shaun chuckled; his deep rumble of laughter thrilled me to my toes. "Actually, I think I do. You don't hide it very well, you know." He bent to kiss my neck again. Damn, the man knew my weaknesses and knew them well. "I bet you're soaking wet right now."

I hesitated for only a moment. I was past caring if Mac walked in on us, past caring if every waitress and patron in the whole damn bar knew what we were about to do. Shaun was right, I wanted him badly and suddenly denying that didn't seem important or necessary. "Want to find out?" I teased breathlessly.

Shaun grinned, reaching to undo the fly of my jeans. "I thought you'd never ask."

I glanced around the walk-in cooler. Stacks of beer cases lined the walls, the floor was rough concrete. Overall, it was not the most ideal place for a rendezvous. "How is this going to work?" I asked shakily.

Shaun slid my jeans to the floor, helping me to step out of them, laughing when my shoes got caught in my pant legs. His breath was hot against my thighs. 

"Trust me." His smile was electric. He admired my satin leopard print panties for a moment before stripping me of those too. The air in the cooler was chilly; goosebumps travelled up my bare legs. Wordlessly Shaun pressed me against the back of the door; the contact of cold door against my bare ass made me squeal and struggle against the solid wall of his chest. Shaun laughed and kissed me, reaching down between us to stroke my wet pussy.

"Fuck," I hissed into his mouth as his cold fingers hit my hot clit, surprised it still felt good. The speed at which Shaun had manoeuvred me into semi-nudity and complete arousal made my head spin. Shaun's pants and boxers had disappeared, his erection formidable between us despite the cold.

I hesitated through the fog of desire Shaun had created, still unsure just how this was supposed to work. Shaun chuckled deeply, lifting me effortlessly in his arms, pressing me hard against the door. "Put your legs around my waist."

"Seriously?"

"Do it." Shaun growled. Recognizing the sinful gleam in his eyes I complied. Over the past few weeks I'd learned to trust Shaun completely; he hadn't disappointed me yet.

The rigid length of his cock pressed intimately against my wetness; with a small grunt and absolutely no preamble, Shaun lifted me higher, thrusting into me in one swift movement. Automatically his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream of pleasure as he filled me.

"I don't know how soundproof it is in here," he moaned, his breath hot in my ear as he began to thrust aggressively. "Can you be quiet?"

I nodded without really thinking of what I had promised and licked Shaun's palm as he removed it from covering my mouth. Years of trying had taught me that I wasn't very good at keeping the noise level down while being compromised, but at the risk of getting caught doing it at work I decided to give it a shot. Surprisingly, the danger heightened my arousal: I could feel the electric build of an orgasm approaching already.

The harsh rhythm of our breathing bounced off the concrete walls of the enclosed space, coupled with the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin. My fingers dug into Shaun's biceps, his gripped my ass roughly; his pubic bone ground into my clit, the generous length of his cock inside me bumping my g-spot each time he plunged into me. My first orgasm was fast and hit me hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I could taste blood.

"Good girl," Shaun growled in my ear, increasing the power of his thrusts. He bottomed out wonderfully with each drive. "You are so fucking hot right now. You have no idea how amazing you feel around my cock."

The scalding heat of his breath in my ear combined with his confession sent shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

"I can't wait," Shaun ground out through clenched teeth.

"Then don't," I groaned, digging my fingernails into his arms, trying desperately to hang on. My second orgasm flitted behind my eyelids. I leaned in to nip Shaun's neck, revelling in his sharp intake of breath. "Come for me Baby," I whispered in his ear.

Shaun kissed me hard; the intensity of his aggression pushed me over the edge again. I wailed into the kiss, my cry of pleasure meeting Shaun's. I could feel the quick jerks of his release hitting my insides, the small contractions of his cock magnified by my own internal waves of pleasure.

Breathing hard, Shaun leaned his sweaty forehead against my own. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my shoes and socks still on. If I hadn't been feeling so wonderful I would have laughed at what a picture we made, two half-dressed adults misbehaving like teenagers in the beer storage.

We remained still for a time, our heartbeats slowing in unison. I could feel the cold creep into my bare bottom, Shaun's iron grip on my ass cheeks was starting to hurt. 

"Damn, Baby." He laughed, easing me gently down to stand unsteadily on the floor, keeping a strong hand on my arm as I swayed uncertainly on my feet. My toes were numb and tingling, and that wasn't from the cold. 

Silently we dressed, touching each other reassuringly at turns, enjoying the afterglow. We'd only had our pants back on for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. I scooped my messed-up chestnut hair back into a tidy ponytail; Shaun opened the door with a grin. I closed my eyes, praying the walk-in cooler didn't smell of sex.

Mac's face was as red as his hair as he stepped into the room, but he said nothing. Taking a deep, calming breath I handed him the clipboard containing the inventory list. "We're short one bottle of Carlsburg." I smiled sweetly. Shaun chuckled. Mac remained silent. "I think if you check the spillage sheets you'll find it's the one Shaun dropped last weekend." Patting Mac on his stooped shoulder, I swept from the beer cooler, pausing in the doorway to shoot Shaun a saucy wink.

"Cheeky little thing, isn't she?" I heard Mac grumble to Shaun as I waltzed triumphantly down the hallway. 

Shaun's pleasant rumble of laughter followed after me, making me smile. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. 

"You have no idea."



Hell, Yeah Ch. 05



Shaun stood behind the bar, arms crossed; a look of sheer happiness plastered on his handsome face. Mac's was officially under his ownership and the first night had gone brilliantly. The bar was closed and empty now, but earlier had been filled to capacity with customers eager to give Shaun their well-wishes and take advantage of his lowered beer prices.

Sneaking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around my boss' solid chest. "I'm so proud of you." I smiled into the warmth of his shoulder.

Shaun flung an arm around me, pulling me into his embrace. He sighed happily, resting his chin atop my head. "I still can't believe it's all mine."

"You've worked hard to get here. You deserve it. I know you're going to be great." It wasn't just lip-service, I believed wholeheartedly in Shaun's ability to run the bar successfully.

Shaun squeezed me tighter. "Thanks."

"So what's the first order of business now that you own Mac's?"

"I'm not sure," Shaun admitted slowly. "I don't want to change anything too quickly or too drastically. Mac's is Mac's; it's been this way for thirty-five years and I can't risk losing customers. It'll be mostly behind-the-scenes changes at first."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to re-arrange the office tomorrow, what do you think?"

I shrugged. "It's your office, you do what you like. Just don't get rid of the couch." The sofa in the office was the ugliest piece of furniture ever created, and probably was older than Shaun and I put together, but it was comfortable as hell and the place where we had consummated our relationship weeks before; I was pretty attached to the damn thing.

"It's your office now too," Shaun reminded me. He'd promoted me to manager, claiming the move was based on my abilities in the workplace, not the bedroom; I ached to prove him right.

We stood silently for a time, surveying the dark, empty room. I could practically hear the wheels turning in Shaun's head. He had big plans for Mac's and I was excited to be a part of it.

"You know," he murmured after a while, running a large, strong hand down my back to cup my ass; I jumped at the intimate contact but said nothing. "I've had the most terrible urge for weeks." His voice had taken on the sinful, husky quality that usually precluded trouble. 

"And what is that, Darling?" I asked innocently, playing along. I'd learned quickly that Shaun's wicked plans always resulted in the most wonderful things happening to my body.

"I want to see you naked in my bar." Shaun's grin was positively lecherous.

"What? Right now?"

"Yes." His response was a low-pitched growl.

The window shades were drawn, the doors securely locked, and the other employees gone for the night; shrugging good-naturedly I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt.

Shaun stepped back to watch me, laughing as I revealed a plum coloured, satin, demi-cup bra and matching low-rise panties. 

"You know," he said huskily, watching me through heavily lidded eyes, "I spend a good part of my day wondering what you've got on under those innocent-looking tank tops and jeans of yours. It never fails to disappoint." He ran one solitary finger across the smooth fabric of my bra, chuckling deep in his throat as my nipple hardened instantly. "I always thought you were the girl-next-door type; a basic white cotton underwear sort of girl; you have no idea what it does to me now that I know the truth."

I smiled. I might be a low-maintenance, no make-up, beer-drinking, hockey-loving, ponytail-wearing kind of woman, but I'd always liked pretty underwear and the way they made me feel. For me, knowing that I had something delicate and feminine on under my clothes was a sexy little secret that made me feel unexpectedly naughty. It was nice to have someone to share that secret with.

"Should I take them off?" I asked Shaun, loving the way his gaze slid over me; possessive and hot.

Shaun shook his head. He wrapped his broad hands around my narrow waist and lifted me effortlessly to be seated on the bar. The smooth, dark wood was cool against my almost bare ass.

"Another terrible urge of yours?" I teased. "I think the Health Inspector might have something to say about a naked woman sitting on your bar."

Shaun ran his hands over my breasts, teasing the edge where bra met flesh. "Fuck the Health Inspector. Besides, you're not naked yet; and I think he'll be a lot more disapproving before we're through." Shaun reached up to pull out the elastic holding my ponytail in place, combing his fingers through my hair, allowing the chestnut waves to settle over my shoulders. 

I remained silent as he arranged my body into a position of his liking, all the while watching him through my lowered lashes. The feeling of his strong, warm hands gliding over my body caused my heart rate to soar; I could feel the tingle of anticipation begin between my thighs. Shaun rearranged my body with deliberate care, positioning each of my limbs to his exact liking, so that by the time he was finished I was sprawled across the bar, posed like a woman in a boudoir painting. One arm was stretched across the dark, wooden surface, my head was resting on it; my legs stretched the other direction, feet pointed daintily. My remaining arm was draped across my abdomen, tucked underneath my breasts, palm against the cool wood of the bar.

"What are you doing?" I asked finally, trying not to giggle. The look on Shaun's face was keenly earnest.

"I've been picturing this moment for a long time; I want it to be perfect."

"You're crazy," I laughed. "I feel like an artist's model in some cheesy Life Study class."

Shaun ran one hand up my leg, dipping down into the indent of my waist, skimming the length of my bare arm. He traced the curvature of my shoulder and the fine line of my collarbone with deliberation. "You're a great deal sexier than any artist's model I've ever seen."

I arched an eyebrow but remained unmoving; the heat of his gaze kept me pinned in place. "Oh really? And how many have you seen?"

Shaun shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on my body. "Quite a few actually, I was a fine art major in university."

"What?" I sat up abruptly, ruining all of Shaun's careful positioning; he scowled and then patiently began to arrange my pliant limbs into a different pose. "I thought you played varsity football." Disbelief rang in my words but I didn't struggle against his sculpting my body into another arrangement he liked. My legs dangled off the bar, my arms were behind me, supporting my weight as my breasts thrust forward. I could feel my hair tickle the back of my neck.

"I did." Shaun reached around behind me to unclasp my bra. His fingers along my spine caused me to shiver. "I had to major in something and art was always easy for me. I could draw a little and I liked it, so that's what I took." He drew my bra off with studied resolve, putting my arms back in their positions as he did so.

"How did I not know this?" I asked incredulously, trying to remain still as Shaun explored my bare breasts. I knew he'd gone to university but had never thought to ask what his major was; he certainly looked more like a football player than an artist. Yet, somehow the revelation didn't really seem out of context. I'd always known Shaun to be a sensitive guy, a little cocky and tough-talking on the outside, but kind and thoughtful underneath. He had a definite, meticulous attention to detail and he certainly saw more goodness and potential in people than I did; perhaps that was an indication of his artistic ability. 

"You're quite the Renaissance Man," I murmured, the touch of Shaun's sure fingers on my breasts driving rational thought from my head. "Athletic, artistic, and attractive? How is it you weren't scooped up long before I came around?"

Shaun played with my nipples, tweaking them with force before smoothing the hurt over with the pads of his fingers. The look on his face was intently serious as he studied my breasts. "I have terrible luck with women." Shaun admitted. "Besides, I've been waiting for you." He leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned in appreciation and with one hand clasped his head to me.

"Do you still draw?" I asked breathlessly, gasping as he laved my tight nipple with the rough flat of his tongue; the sensation shot bolts of pleasure straight through me.

Shaun chuckled at my reaction, nodding into the softness of my breast, but said nothing. Understanding the topic should be dropped, I closed my eyes and tilted back my head, wordlessly offering my breasts to the man standing before me. We'd talk about it when Shaun was ready. There were a lot of things we hadn't told each other yet, Shaun always seemed to be a man who preferred to say things with his hands; a man of actions instead of words.

In the meantime his attention became more frantic; reaching up he played roughly with the nipple not being taken care of by his mouth. I could feel the wet evidence of my arousal pool between my legs, reminding me sharply of how desperately I wanted to give Shaun pleasure in return. Generally sex was instigated and orchestrated by Shaun while I followed his lead; I'd been fantasizing about a little shift in power lately and decided to act on it.

I tightened my grip of Shaun's head and pulled him gently from my breast. Leaning in, I kissed him hard, pouring every ounce of desire he'd ever sparked in me into it. I was aggressive, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, battling with his own. I greedily swallowed Shaun's moans of approval.

"Clothes off. Now." I commanded when I finally released him. We were both breathing hard. Shaun's gaze was glassy, his expression slightly bewildered yet curious. Wordlessly, he complied.

I watched in frank, undisguised admiration as Shaun's body was revealed in the dim light of the dark bar. His shoulders were broad, his biceps and pecs well developed, his abs a pleasing ripple of strength. The impressive width of his upper body tapered to slim hips and long muscled legs. His erection was a generous eight inches, more than enough to keep me happy. I allowed my gaze to lazily take it all in; gaining a great deal of pleasure in subjecting him to the blunt appreciation he usually treated me to. Silently I thanked whatever powers-might-be that he was mine.

Grinning lustily, I beckoned him closer with the crook of one finger; Shaun obeyed, moving to stand between my spread knees. Being seated on the bar put me at a height with him. I ran my hands possessively across the chiselled planes of his chest, basking in their hard heat. Shaun's breathing quickened but he remained silent and passive beneath my touch. 

Hungrily I continued my exploration, my hands traveling the path of his broad shoulders and thick arms. I ran my fingers down to trace the elegant length of Shaun's own digits before skimming back up to his neck. Shaun shivered but said nothing as I softly explored his face, absorbing through my fingertips the rough stubble of his jaw, the lean lines of his features, the plump rosiness of his lips. 

Selfishly, I leaned in to take a kiss, winding my hands around his neck and into his brown curls. Shaun kissed me back frantically but allowed me to set the pace; following my lead as I teased and coaxed; wringing sweet little noises from us both. I teasingly alternated between light, feathery kisses and determined, insistent plundering; Shaun's erection was rock hard between us.

"Get on the bar," I gasped, ending the kiss. Shaun cocked an eyebrow questioningly but said nothing. He moved aside a stack of cocktail napkins, a bowl of peanuts, and a salt shaker before gracefully climbing fully nude onto the highly polished surface of his bar. He sat silently beside me, waiting for me to make the next move. My heart beat frantically in my chest and my breath came in short, ragged bursts. 

"Lie down," I commanded, watching intently as Shaun stretched along the length of the bar; his shoulders were wider than the wooden surface, his erection jutted primitively towards the ceiling. Grinning, I stripped off my damp panties and climbed on top of him; Shaun's eyes were wide as the length of his cock nestled against my wet pussy, but he said nothing.

I knew I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding my frank desire. It still blew my mind that with Shaun I didn't have to. Other boyfriends had made me feel a little guilty for enjoying sex as much as I did, as if it were unladylike to be so wet and moan so loudly; Shaun seemed to feed off of my unbridled response. I was constantly amazed how freeing being with him was.

I planted my hands on Shaun's shoulders, pinning him down as I ran a string of kisses along the length of his neck, pausing to run my tongue around the perimeter of his ear. Shaun moaned, making sounds of pleasure deep in his chest; the vibrations rippled against my breasts.

I ground my pussy against Shaun's hard-on, rising up so the satiny tip pressed against my clit. I continued the friction for a while, enjoying the slick slide of my aroused body against his. Shaun remained motionless and silent, but his hazel eyes spoke volumes.

Smiling sweetly I sat up further, running my hands over the firm roundness of my breasts. Slowly I caressed the soft undersides, making a show of it before teasing the hardened tips. Shaun watched the progression wide-eyed, moaning when I resumed grinding against his erection.

I could feel my own pleasure building. I had intended to seduce Shaun slowly, taking my time before fucking him on his own bar, but could suddenly think of nothing I wanted more at that moment than him deep within me. Shifting my weight I raised myself up on my knees and without faltering, slid myself down onto his thick cock.

We both groaned loudly at the sudden contact and satisfying heat; I greedily took his entire length without hesitation, loving how completely full he made me feel. Shaun clasped my hips with his strong hands but made no move to direct me.

I leaned in to kiss him and Shaun devoured my mouth with enthusiasm. I began the slow grind of my hips, each movement shooting directly to my clit. I love being on top and the control it gives me; being able to coordinate each downward thrust with blissful greed, taking what I want, exactly the way I want it. 

As if by magic I could feel the first orgasm forming already; I stopped and took a few deep breaths, ignoring Shaun's knowing chuckle. We resumed kissing and the gyration of my hips at the same time, both of us gasping through the kiss at the power of the feeling such a simple movement can give.

Languidly, I rose up so I sat upright again, the weight of my body driving Shaun that much deeper. With a cry of abandon, I began a more aggressive drive, forgetting in my desire that I was fucking Shaun on top of the bar so hard my knees would be bruised in the morning. All I could think of was how good it felt, how much I liked being on top of Shaun, using his body to take both our pleasures.

I was past caring that the noises I was making were far from ladylike, past caring what Shaun might think of my determined gallop towards the proverbial finish line. Selfishly I planned the first orgasm for me, and once that was achieved, I'd worry about his.

Shaun silently obliged as I rode him to the tumbling edge of my orgasm; his grip tightened on my hips as I threw back my head and howled, the frantic build up cresting in one glorious burst of light and feeling.

I slowed myself to a stop, below me Shaun watched me intently, the smallest hint of smile on his lips.

"Sorry," I gasped, feeling the delightful spasms of my muscles subside around the thickness of Shaun's cock. "Couldn't help myself."

Shaun patted my hip reassuringly before gripping me tightly and guiding me back into rhythm. "Never apologize for that, and don't fucking stop," he growled. Once I'd taken control of our tempo again, Shaun reached up to play with my breasts, weighing them in his hands, teasing my nipples until I cried out.

A movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn my head; reflected in the large mirror over the bar was my flushed face, capped with a mane of wild brown hair. My skin was so pale it looked almost luminous, Shaun's large, tanned hands a thrilling contrast against my breasts. I barely recognized myself. Laughing and aroused, I threw all my effort into my movements. Shaun's breathing quickened, his attention to my breasts grew more frantic; his cock was a steely length inside of me, splitting me open, filling me more than I ever thought possible. Even after weeks of him, the feeling of his cock buried so deep within me surprised me; I still couldn't believe I could take it all.

Shaun filled my senses: the sound of his ragged gasps and deep-pitched moans, the smell of his body and our mingled desire floated around me, the sight of his incredible body sprawled beneath me on the dark wood of the bar, and the feeling of him so deeply inside me, so overwhelmingly right. Then the realization hit me as hard as any orgasm: I loved him.

Exultant, I doubled my efforts, wanting to give to Shaun a little of the pleasure I'd already tasted. I leaned over him, tilting my hips at a sharper angle, feeling him hit new places deep inside me. I threaded my fingers in Shaun's hair, my lips a scant distance from his own, our breath intermingling. Shawn's eyes were hazel pools of lust; I could see my own desire reflected back. He was mumbling incoherently, my name a litany of hot air against my own lips. I rode him hard, the rough grip of his hands on my ass driving me higher. Crying out I came again, my muscles clenching powerfully around Shaun's cock. His own orgasm ripped violently through him; my spasms answered by his own. I could feel every tremor down to my toes. Gasping I laid my head in the crook of his neck, the suddenly silent air of the darkened bar cooling my sweat covered body.

I love you, I thought wordlessly; afraid to say the words aloud, unsure of how Shaun felt in return. There was something there between us, had been for a long time; but was it love? My heartbeat was erratic, Shaun's own just as quick against my chest. I lay on top of him as the languor of my orgasm diminished, afraid to raise my head, scared of what I might or might not see reflected back in Shaun's eyes.

We were silent for so long I wasn't sure Shaun was still awake until he stirred, brushing my hair back gently. "Did you just fuck me on the bar?" He asked, laughing. The deep chuckle was contagious. Gone in an instant was the awkward trepidation of moments before, replaced by the safety of the flirtation we'd engaged in for so long.

"Hell, yeah," I teased, flexing my internal muscles around his softening cock, liking the way it felt when he twitched in return. I could feel our combined wetness pooling between us. I straightened up, looking down into the handsome face I knew so well; Shaun stared back with frank appreciation. I eased myself off of him, needing to move my legs; my knees screamed in protest. Clambering down from the bar I passed Shaun his clothing, putting mine back on quickly in the dark. Shaun sat up on the bar but remained unmoving, watching as I put myself back together.

"What?" I asked finally, feeling he had something to say, terrified I might not want to hear it.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are?"

I laughed, shaking my head. I cracked open a beer fridge and grabbed two cold bottles of Moosehead, opened them both with a snap, and passed one to Shaun. "Not lately, why?"

"Well, it's safe to say I can cross that fantasy off the list."

"The getting fucked on the bar fantasy?" I took a swig of my beer; it slid down cold and refreshing. I shrugged my shoulders, laughing. "Every bartender has it."

It was Shaun's turn to laugh. He raised his bottle of beer in a silent toast before taking a healthy quaff. He slid off the bar with his characteristic graceful agility, pulling on boxers and his t-shirt as his feet hit the ground. He took the beer bottle from my hand, placing it beside his own on the bar. He reached for my hips, pulling me against him, enclosing me in the warmth of his arms. "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" His question was a whispered breeze against my hair.




Hell, Yeah Ch. 05



"Uh," I hesitated, perched on the edge of making another joke; something in his voice held me back. For once I bit my tongue.

We stood like that for a while, behind Shaun's bar, arms wrapped around each other, silent in the dark. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of something big. I itched to say something, anything that would break the silence but held myself back. I could feel Shaun relax against my body, the long and exciting day having taken its toll on him. Smiling into the darkness I took his hand and silently led him from the bar.

If I'd learnt anything about Shaun over the past few years, it was that he came to his own choices at his own time. Rushing him would do no good. 



Hell, Yeah Ch. 06



[To my Readers: many apologies for this last chapter taking so long. But here it is and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the continuing support and feedback; it's made me feel very welcome here at Literotica. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts. I have plenty more ideas for stories and will be posting them as soon as I can. Thanks again and enjoy!]

Now that Shaun owned Mac's, he had rearranged the office to his liking. The ugly, old sofa where we'd first had sex had been relegated to the corner, and the desks, both his and mine, had been pushed together facing each other in the centre of the room. It was an ideal set-up since we shared a computer and phone; plus it meant I could look up and see Shaun's sexy smile any time I wanted.

Being promoted to manager had changed my workload. I spent less time behind the bar until the wee hours of the morning, and more time during the day doing paperwork in the office. Although I missed the daily bartending, I got my fix on busy nights and the occasional weekend. Shaun had hired a few new staff members, mostly guys he knew from the industry who he could trust to do the job well. So far it had been a pretty smooth transition.

I sat at my desk and tallied up the wait staff sales from the night before, trying desperately to get the columns of numbers to add up. Across from me, Shaun was going over the stock lists, making sure we were prepared for the upcoming weekend. The silence was contented and comfortable, just as it had always been between the two of us. We worked together more often now, although Shaun put in much longer hours than I did. He all but lived at the bar, and when he wasn't there he was at my place. I didn't know if he'd been around to his own apartment in weeks. 

Sensing his gaze, I looked up from my paperwork to see Shaun watching me intently.

"Can I help you?" I teased, returning his broad grin.

"No. Just enjoying the view."

I laughed. "Suit yourself, you may have time to dawdle, but I have to get this done." I settled back into the mathematics, my fingers flying over the adding machine. I could feel Shaun's continued stare and tried my hardest to ignore him.

"Who was the first guy you kissed?"

My head shot up; Shaun was smiling, his hazel eyes brightly curious.

"Ryan MacKinnon, why?"

"How old were you. Who was he?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Why do you want to know? It was a long time ago."

Shaun shrugged, but his gaze never left my face. "Just curious. I don't know a lot about your past. Humour me?"

I didn't really think the office during working hours was the most appropriate place for this conversation, but Shaun seemed determined. I recognized the look in his eyes.

"It was grade ten, so I guess I would have been fifteen. Ryan was my unwilling science partner. Our teacher decided the most diplomatic way to decide who partnered who was to pair us alphabetically, so Ryan and I were stuck with each other. I didn't like him and he didn't like me."

Shaun raised one dark eyebrow questioningly. "Why not?"

I thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a million years ago. "I guess he didn't like me because I was short and chubby with bad skin and glasses; I was painfully shy back then, and quite the bookworm. Ergo, not the most ideal partner for a fifteen year old boy when there was a gaggle of pretty, flirty blonds in the class."

"And him?"

I laughed. "He was some punk kid who worshipped Kurt Cobain, listened to too much grunge music, smoked pot in the parking lot at lunch, and thought he was cool." I shook my head in disbelief, I hadn't thought about Ryan in years. "The funny thing was he was just as smart as me, but he didn't want to admit it. I heard somewhere that he's an accountant now. But at the time he hated having people think he was smart, so he spent all his time making my life miserable while I did all the work. I hated him."

"But he kissed you?"

"Yeah," I ran my hand through my shoulder-length brown waves. "It was the strangest thing. We had to stay after school to finish some chemistry project. I don't remember now what it was, only that Ryan had ruined our first experiment, and the teacher thought making him stay late with me to complete the project was suitable punishment for his crime. I resented her so much for punishing me too."

"And?"

"And there we were, bent over the Bunsen burner, the teacher had left the room for some reason or another, and Ryan just leaned in and kissed me. I was so shocked you could have knocked me over with a feather."

Shaun laughed but said nothing. The memories rushed back to me.

"I could hardly believe it. I thought he hated me and there he was, kissing me. And it was nice, really nice. Not at all the way I would have thought Ryan would kiss. He was sweet, gentle. Turned my knees to jelly, actually."

"And then?"

"And then we heard the teacher coming back into the room. We finished our experiment in silence and never, ever spoke of what happened. The next term his father was transferred to another job and Ryan moved away. I never saw him again."

Shaun's expression was thoughtful. "That sort of sad."

"Yeah, I guess it is. It's not like we would ever have had any sort of relationship. I still can't believe he kissed me, but it made me feel wanted, pretty. For the first time in my life a guy liked me, even if it was only for a second. That was huge for me."

"And the first guy you slept with?"

"Craig Wilson; the summer between high school and university."

"He was your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. My parents hated him, therein lay the appeal, I suppose. He was a bit of a bad-boy; motorcycle and everything. I don't think he really understood me, or even cared all that much about me. At the time I thought he hung the moon, so I didn't seem to notice."

Shaun smiled, reaching across the desk to touch my hand. "Did you love him?"

"I was eighteen, so yeah, I thought I did."

"Do you regret it?"

"Sometimes." I sighed, feeling all the old resentment bubble to the surface. Just because it was an old mistake, that didn't make it any easier to live with, even years later. "We were in his parents' rec room making out on the couch. I don't know where his parents were, probably out for the night, they did that a lot. Craig had his hand down my pants, and I liked it. I liked when he kissed me and played with my breasts, I even liked going down on him; I'd done that a few times when he asked me. I guess I figured letting him fuck me was the next step in our relationship; I'd even gone on the pill. I wasn't scared and at the time it's what I thought I wanted." 

I paused and Shaun waited quietly.

"Everyone said it would hurt, but it didn't. It felt weird having someone inside of me, but it didn't hurt. Craig wasn't really all that well endowed, but at the time I didn't know that. All I can remember thinking was that it felt strange; not good or bad, just strange, alien almost. He didn't take long, and then we were done. We did it a few more times before I went away to school, but I never could figure out what all the fuss was about. I guess I'd built it up in my head to be this wonderful, amazing thing; and then when it wasn't I was more disappointed than anything.

"And then we both went away to school and that was that." I shrugged. "There were a couple of guys in university; none of whom are worth remembering. Dave, I guess stands out. We had great chemistry, but like Ryan, I didn't really like him all that much. He was the first guy to make me come. That seemed pretty significant at the time. And Steve, for a long time I thought he was 'the one'; smart, artsy, sensitive, terribly good looking."

"But?" Shaun laughed, sensing there was more to the story.

"But he cheated on me."

"I'm sorry," Shaun frowned, looking dangerous and making me glad that Steve wasn't in the room.

"With a guy."

Shaun's mouth dropped open. I laughed. "I guess girls weren't his thing. Apparently everyone knew it but me and him. Joke was on me, I suppose. My parents loved him; I still haven't told them Steve is gay. He's been with same guy ever since. We still talk from time to time."

Shaun shook his head, laughing. "You don't seem to have good luck with men."

"You're telling me." I joined in the laughter. "Peter was the worst of the lot, but you know how he was."

"I never did figure out why you were with him, and why you stayed as long as you did." Shaun smiled encouragingly at me. It was strange to think he'd been watching me have a relationship with another guy for all that time when we'd someday end up together. 

"It seemed easier than breaking up. Having a boyfriend was something I thought I had to do. All my friends were getting married and having babies, buying homes together, all that grown-up stuff. And here I was with a deadbeat boyfriend who loved his Xbox more than me, but at least I wasn't alone. Finally breaking up with him was the second best thing I've ever done."

Shaun cocked an eyebrow. "Second best?"

I smiled, pushing back my chair and crossing around to sit on the edge of his desk. "Yeah, kissing you that night was the best thing."

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun laughed, his voice was husky and his hazel eyes were dark. "So, no regrets?"

I reached out and smoothed down a wayward curl from Shaun's forehead. "Where you're concerned there's only one."

"One?" Shaun looked worried.

"Yeah," I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his. "That we didn't do this sooner."

Shaun's mouth claimed mine, driving all the air from my lungs. Instantly, desire shot straight to my toes. No other guy had ever been like this. He pulled me closer to sit on his lap, easing me from the desk so I straddled him. His hand crept slowly under my t-shirt, playing with my hardened nipple through my bra, making me moan.

I loved kissing Shaun; I could do it all day. I could feel his erection through the fabric of our pants; its steel length pressed into me, warming me. I knew my own panties would be damp with answered arousal. Making out with Shaun in the office was madness and completely unprofessional; and neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the two of us and the amazing spark we had between us.

The intercom buzzed. Our earth-shattering kiss ended.

"Fuck," Shaun muttered, leaning his forehead briefly against my own; his breathing was ragged. He pressed the green button on the intercom terminal. "What?" He snapped.

Bear, the day bartender answered blithely. "Guinness delivery is here." His voice sounded metallic and hollow over the intercom, even though he was just in the other room. 

"Fine, be right there." Shaun growled, lifting me tenderly off of his lap and helping me stand. He stood too, rearranging himself, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans. I couldn't help but laugh at the predicament. Shaun kissed me again, more briefly this time although not without passion. The heat flickered again between us; Shaun tore himself away with a moan. "I'll be back and we'll finish this," he promised before leaving the room.

I settled myself back down at my desk to resume my forgotten paperwork. I could feel my blood gradually cool. A glance at the clock told me that we'd soon be able to sneak home for a quick 'lunch'; I didn't think I'd be able to get anything accomplished in my distracted state until we did.

Below me I could hear the faint rumble and thud of kegs being delivered to the basement. Shaun was certain to be down there, giving the delivery guy a hand and making sure the order was complete. He'd organize the kegs in the particular way he liked too, before emerging from the basement. 

The meditative click of the adding machine and the long columns of numbers plunged me into a haze of mathematics; half my mind focussed on the task at hand, the other praying everything would add up the first time, so I wouldn't have to struggle through it all again. 

A tentative knock on the open door of the office snapped my attention. I expected to see one of the waitstaff or Bear coming to ask a question, so the little, red-haired lady in the doorway was a bit of a shock.

"Hello." Her smile was wide and friendly, there was something familiar about it.

"Can I help you?" I asked, rising from my chair.

"I'm lookin' for Shaun." There was a faint hint of Irish brogue in her voice. With a shock akin to being hit by lightning, I realized who she was. Shaun's mother. Holy shit.

"H-he's downstairs supervising the beer delivery. Would you like to have a seat?" I gestured towards the beat up old sofa, and hoped fervently she wouldn't guess what Shaun and I normally used it for.

She settled into the sofa's ugly cushions and patted the empty space beside her companionably. I sat, unable to resist the broad grin on her face; it was an echo of Shaun's own, minus the sexy quirk.

"I'm going ta venture a guess and say you must be Shaun's new lady. I'm Margaret O'Brien." She held out one tiny hand; she was incredibly petite, shorter even than me. It seemed impossible such a small woman had given birth to such a large son. Smiling, I introduced myself and shook her hand; Mrs O'Brien refused to let it go, instead she gave my hand a reassuring little pat and held it.

"You're even prettier than I thought you'd be." She smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. Something about her exuded friendliness, I'd always assumed meeting Shaun's mother would be nerve-racking and torturous, mothers usually were. But Mrs O'Brien had an air about her that immediately put a person at ease. "Shaun's told me all about ye."

My breath caught in my throat, and I must have looked panicked because Mrs. O'Brien laughed. "Only good things, Love. Only good things. I've been wantin' to meet ye for a while now, but since that ass of a child of mine is never home to answer the phone, I decided to take matters into me own hands and pop in for a wee visit."

I laughed and blushed at the same time. Mrs. O'Brien gave my hand another pat. 

"I'm not blamin' ye, Love. Personally I'm glad he's finally gotten himself a nice gal with a head on her shoulders. It's about time. I'm not gettin' any younger and I'll be wantin' grandchildren eventually."

Holy shit. I must have blanched because Mrs. O'Brien laughed again.

"For Christ's sake, Mum," Shaun drawled from the doorway where he leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. His smile was wide.

"Shaun!" Mrs. O'Brien and I cried together; I'd heard worse language from him over the years, but never thought he'd swear in front of his mother.

"Relax, Sweetheart," Shaun crossed the room to plant a kiss on top of my head before doing the same to his mother. "Who do you think I learned it from?"

Mrs. O'Brien chuckled, swatting Shaun soundly on the arm. He wheeled his desk chair over to the sofa and sank into it with a sigh. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and his hair was a curly mess. It was easy to see he'd been wrangling full kegs; physical activity suited him, I could feel a flutter in my chest as the spark lit between us again with no more than a look. He was so damn sexy.

Mrs O'Brien considered the two of us with warm hazel eyes, the smile on her face growing even more broad. She patted Shaun on the knee. "I like her, Shaun." The way she said his name was beautiful, her faint accent thickened the middle letters, drawing the word out like music.

I shook my head in dazed amazement. I hadn't even said a dozen words to the woman. Shaun's own answered smile was equally as bright as his mother's. "I like her too, Mum. Glad you approve. Would you like a cuppa?"

Mrs O'Brien shook her bright red head, curls bouncing. "Na thank ye. I can see ye two have other things to do. I thought I'd pop by the shops while I was in town. I just wanted to come by and see the place and your wee, pretty lass." She stood swiftly, releasing my hand with another chummy squeeze. "Ye will come 'round for dinner next Sunday, both of ye?" 

I nodded my assent, mentally juggling the work schedule so we could manage it. I already wanted to see more of her.

"Good. I'll dig out all of his naked baby pictures and cook ye a nice, big meal." She leaned over to kiss Shaun on the forehead; seated, he was just barely shorter than her. "I'm proud of ye, Darlin'. I like your place and I like your girl." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial undertone, but I could still hear every word. "Don't fuck this one up," she whispered to Shaun, and with a cheery wave and a cheeky wink my direction she waltzed from the room, closing the door behind her.

I sat in stunned silence on the sofa. Shaun was laughing as he settled himself beside me. "And that's my Mum."

"She's something else!" I gasped when I could; my mind was spinning.

Shaun's expression was half amused and half concerned. He stroked the length of my cheek before tucking a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear. "You look tired. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

"What about the paperwork?" I asked breathlessly as Shaun's finger continued its route across my cheek and over my lips, making them tingle. 

"Fuck the paperwork. It'll be here tomorrow." He leaned in to kiss me softly. "I've been working you too hard."

"What about you? You're here more than me."

Shaun shrugged. "Don't worry about me. Go home and take it easy; I'll get out of here as quickly as I can and come by and we'll finish what we started." His hazel eyes flashed with desire and a little spark I didn't recognize.

"Alright, you're the boss." I smiled, excited about the prospect of some time off. I had been spending a lot of time at the bar, but with Shaun around it didn't seem a hardship. Still, there were a million things I could be doing at home. "I'll see you later then?"

Shaun kissed me again before helping me to my feet. He watched as I collected my purse and jacket and then walked me to the door.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked again, feeling slightly guilty for abandoning him.

Shaun laughed. "Yes!" His touch against the back of my neck was light but sent shivers down my spine. "I like picturing you at home waiting for me." His tone was teasing as his touch heated up.

I snorted derisively. "Hate to disappoint, Babe. But I'm not the domestic type."

"I know, but a guy can fantasize can't he?"

I shook my head, laughing. "Should I be clad in little more than an apron and high heels when you do come home?"

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun whispered against my lips as he kissed me goodbye.

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I hummed to myself as I puttered around my kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and wiping down the stove. I kept trying to tell myself that I was doing the housework, but really I was listening for Shaun's tread on the stairs. It was late and he'd been at the bar all day.

I, on the other hand, had enjoyed a lovely afternoon off on Shaun's orders, filled with all the necessities of living: banking, shopping, laundry, vacuuming, and toilet scrubbing. Generally I wasn't much of a 'Martha Stewart' around the house, but I did enjoy putting things in order, especially when I had someone else to take care of too.

It was Tequila, my cat, who heard Shaun first. His tabby head swung round to stare expectantly at the door; it was the first sign I'd had all day that the fat, lazy feline was still alive. Smiling, I patted his soft head and stared just as expectantly.

Shaun burst in with a hardy laugh, shaking the spring drizzle from his shaggy curls. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his jacket before sweeping me dramatically into his arms and kissing me soundly. He was still laughing when he set me upright, steadying my wobbliness with strong hands on my arms.

"Good day?" I asked dazed, my head swimming.

"Great day!" Shaun grinned broadly and handed me a magazine, the cover of which announced it was the city's summer tourist guide. Summer hadn't started yet, but I guess it pays to be ahead of the game. "This came this afternoon after you left. Page thirty seven."




Hell, Yeah Ch. 06



I flipped past glossy photos of the city waterfront and parks, and lists of hotels and shops before finding page thirty-seven, cleverly entitled 'Night Life'. Half way down was a short paragraph, circled enthusiastically in red pen.

"Mac's Pub, 118 Main Street. Recently under new management, this lively, atmospheric pub is the place to be any night of the week. The food is standard pub fare, but quite excellent. Best Yorkshire Pudding outside of the UK. Live music on weekends which you cannot miss. The service is first-rate and the prices moderate. Free parking. If you only visit one bar in town, it must be this one." I looked up into Shaun's ecstatic face. "That's wonderful, Honey."

"Wonderful?" Shaun picked me up and swung me around. "It's more than wonderful. Tourists: hundreds of them, maybe thousands. Just think about how good this could be for us!"

Us: I liked the way that sounded. Laughing, I held on to Shaun's broad shoulders for dear life. "I am thinking about it, only my brain is a little dizzy right now." We stopped spinning, but my head didn't. "Is this why you were late? Had to spread the news, huh?"

Shaun shrugged, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "Perhaps. And then some of the guys bought me a pint."

I glanced up into Shaun's face. I thought he'd seemed a little more chipper than usual. I didn't think I'd ever seen him drunk, but it was nice to know he wasn't completely impervious to alcohol. I didn't have it in me to be mad at him; he relaxed so rarely now that he owned the bar. 

"I suppose you're hungry then? Would you like a sandwich?"

Shaun hugged me again and kissed me thoroughly. "Hell, yeah!" He seated himself at my kitchen island, watching eagerly as I pulled sandwich fixings from the fridge. 

One of the nice things about Shaun was that he wasn't a picky eater, which was lucky for both of us since I wasn't much of a cook. I did have two specialties, lasagne and sandwiches, although you were taking your chances with the former, since I sometimes burned the bottom. Sandwiches however were practically foolproof.

I plunked a huge roast beef sandwich down in front of Shaun, chuckling as his hazel eyes grew wide. "Do you want a beer with that?"

He shook his head. "Milk please."

"Chocolate milk?"

"Ah, the nectar of the gods. Yes, please."

I poured one for him and one for myself then settled in on the stool next to Shaun to watch him eat. He didn't so much as eat the sandwich as he did inhale it; I couldn't help but wonder if he'd had any dinner. Without being asked I fixed another sandwich, only to watch it disappear in the same manner.

"Better?" I asked as Shaun rose to put his dirty plate in the dishwasher. 

"Much, thank you." Shaun came around the island to stand in front of me. He reached down and entwined his fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head towards him. He kissed me lightly, building the pressure as the kiss deepened. I could feel my heart accelerate as it always did when we kissed. I marvelled that the intensity of his passion still had the power to shake me to the core.

"I love you." Shaun whispered, his lips hovering above my own, his gaze was fixed intently on me; the hazel depths of his eyes flickered and darkened.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move. 

Shaun kissed me again with lingering sweetness; he tasted of chocolate milk and promise. 

I broke the kiss this time with a gasp. There was a flicker of uncertainty on Shaun's face that twisted my heart painfully. How funny that he didn't already know how I felt; I was fairly certain I'd been blatantly obvious these past few weeks. Smiling, I reached up and brushed a wayward curl from his forehead. Shaun closed his eyes, leaning into my caress. I could hear his breath hitch in his chest. 

"I love you, too."

Shaun's eyes flew open, brightly hazel this time, lit with a spark of wondrous disbelief; but he said nothing. We stared at each other for a time in silence. It was strange that such a conversation could take place with so few words and somewhere as mundane as my kitchen. I felt as if we should be on some remote tropical island, or a windswept beach, or atop the Eiffel Tower; anywhere but my tiny kitchen. It was odd how the most romantic things could happen at the most unexpected moments and in the strangest places.

"It was the sandwich, wasn't it?" I joked after a time, watching Shaun break into the cocky grin I knew and loved.

"Well..." Shaun laughed. "That and you're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

"So it was the sandwich; I should have made it sooner."

"I should have told you sooner."

I brushed my finger across Shaun's stubbled jaw. He hadn't shaved for a few days and I was surprised how much I liked the texture of it: rough and soft at the same time. "Your timing was perfect. You're perfect."

Shaun chuckled. "Hardly." He turned his head to kiss the palm of my hand; pleasure sparked in my chest. There was an answered flicker of response on Shaun's face. How easy it was between us to light that spark; how lucky we were.

"Come on." Shaun reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet and leading me towards the bedroom. "I love you, now I think I should prove it."

"Hell, yeah! But payback for the sandwich? That won't come cheap!" I followed eagerly, already feeling my body respond to the mere suggestion. 

Shaun undressed me with swift hands, stopping only briefly to admire my bright red bra and panties. He shook his head and chuckled as he divested me of those too; then he wrapped his hands around my waist and literally tossed me on the bed.

I landed with a squealing bounce, laughing hard as my ambitiously domestic attempt to make the bed that morning was erased in a split second of flying limbs and bouncing breasts. Shaun stumbled as he tried to removed his socks, causing me to laugh all the harder. Grimacing he tackled his belt buckle, his fingers fumbling. 

"How come you can undress me with no problem, but you can't manage yourself?" I teased. I wiggled to the edge of the bed and sat back on my heels to watch him struggle. 

"More motivation?" Shaun asked. "I like what's under your clothes more than what's under mine."

I giggled. "That's funny, I feel the opposite." I reached out and covered his hand with my own, stopping his awkward attempt at freeing himself from his pants. "Let me do it before you hurt yourself."

Shaun shrugged good-naturedly, giving himself over to my attentions with willing eyes. I wrestled with the stubborn belt buckle, laughing triumphantly as I bested it. With equal determination I tackled the barrier of Shaun's fly. Freed, I pulled his jeans off with a swift tug, laughing as the bulge in his boxers was revealed.

"I didn't even do anything yet!" I chided, testing the heat of his cock through his boxers; it leapt at my touch.

"You don't have to do anything," Shaun moaned as my exploration grew bolder. "You just have to be around and it does that."

I smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss him once through the fabric of his boxer shorts before I pulled them down too. His lovely erection was formidable and it made my heart race just to see it. I wrapped my hand around its generous girth and leaning in further, ran my tongue around the swollen head.

"What are you doing?" Shaun gasped, touching my hair softly, holding my head gently in place. "I'm supposed to be paying you back."

"I'm making friends. I'm sure I owe you one from some time before. Besides, I enjoy it." I circled the head of his cock with my tongue again, revelling in his indrawn breath. A small drop of moisture rewarded my efforts; I wiped it away with my tongue.

"You enjoy it? I didn't think nice girls enjoyed it." Shaun's voice was gruff, but I knew he was teasing.

"Well, I'm not exactly a nice girl." I picked up the pace of my attentions to his cock, just to prove the point.

Shaun's fingers were woven into my dark waves, grasping the back of my head with iron tenacity. I let him guide my movements as his erection slipped past my lips and into the heat of my mouth, past the writhing wetness of my tongue. A long, constant moan tumbled from Shaun's lips, louder than the noises he usually made; I knew I must be doing something right.

I continued to lick and suck his cock, trying to get as much of his formidable eight inches in my mouth as possible; it always seemed that much bigger when I was trying valiantly to get it in my throat. Shaun's length was hot and steely, and growing bigger every moment.

Glancing up through my lashes I could see Shaun watching me, a look of studied concentration on his face. Beneath his intense gaze I could sense a little glimmer of another emotion which I now recognized for what it was: love.

Somehow that made every physical moment between us more important, more significant. I'd hardly been a virgin before I met Shaun, but I'd never been with a guy who I really and truly loved the way I loved Shaun; it coloured everything between us with a vitality I hadn't known was possible. It was wonderful and I wanted him to feel everything I felt, as brilliantly as I felt it.

"Stop, stop!" Shaun gasped, pulling my mouth from his cock slowly, watching my face as he emerged from between my lips. 

I smiled saucily but said nothing; I already missing the solid length of him and the sense of fullness it gave me. 

"You are trouble," Shaun laughed, grinning widely. His breathing was rapid, and I could see the rhythm of his quickened pulse beneath the wonderfully delicate skin of his erection. "You're rushing things again."

"I am?" I giggled, watching with greedy eyes as Shaun sat down on the bed beside me and caressed my thigh. "I'm still on simmer over here, you're the one rushing things."

Shaun's chuckle shot right through me. "I beg to differ. I'm just going to have to even the score."

Laughing, I laid down on the bed, stretching my curves out, loving the way the soft duvet felt under my naked back. Shaun watched my progress with lust darkened eyes, reaching out to touch my nipple gently; it hardened instantly, drawing a deep chuckle from him.

"I love your tits." Shaun confessed, moving closer and running both hands possessively over my D-cup breasts. "I love the rest of you too, but I really love your tits." There was a playful edge on his voice that made me laugh. 

"I'm so glad you approve," I giggled, watching with bated breath as Shaun bent his head to my breast. "Because they're attached, you see; so they're not going anywhere."

"Thank goodness!" Shaun laved my nipple with the rough flat of his tongue, laughing deep in his chest as the groan I couldn't stop was torn from my lungs.

"I think they like you too," I gasped, feeling every pass of his tongue ripple down to my toes. The warm heat between my legs flared up under Shaun's practiced touch.

His response was an unintelligible murmur into the flesh of my breast, but I was beyond caring about words. Every sensation was focussed on the apex of my breast and the pleasure of Shaun's mouth on me; it made my toes curl. He continued to suck my nipples for a time, and I held my breath as he switched periodically from one to the other. The air in my bedroom felt cool against the dampened skin Shaun left behind when he moved to the opposite breast, but his fingers were hot as they took the place of his tongue. I couldn't keep quiet or still.

"Hey Shaun?" I asked breathily; Shaun raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on my flushed face. "I've been thinking."

Shaun waited patiently for me to continue, his sexy face poised just a fraction above my left breast; it was an erotic picture that practically unhinged me.

"I want you to move in with me."

Shaun's eyes flashed, his grin broadened. "What? Right now?"

I punched his rock-solid arm playfully, laughing. "Obviously not right now, you've got to finish what you started." I gestured towards my lower half and my pussy, which was dripping wet. "But then later, yeah. If-if you want to."

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun whispered before lowering his head to my breast again; his hand stroked down the length of my body to tease at the curls between my legs. The anticipation had me arching my back off the mattress; suddenly having his fingers there seemed like the most important thing in the world.

The contact of his finger against my clit made me peak loudly. Behind the brilliant flash of my orgasm I could feel Shaun move up the length of my body, fingers trailing possessively over the curves of my hips, waist, and breasts. 

"So beautiful," Shaun murmured in my ear, stroking my body softly as I came down gradually from my release. "You have no idea how beautiful you are."

I smiled my response through the fog of sensation his fingers continued to create. I'd never thought of myself as beautiful until Shaun came into my life; he made me feel that way every day and I loved him for it.

"Please," I whispered, not wanting to wait a moment longer for him. I wanted him fiercely and completely and without preamble.

He rose above me, positioning himself between my spread thighs, gazing down at me with aggressive, lusty heat. His erection twitched, poised at my moist opening, its head pearled with the evidence of his own anticipation. Shaun groaned lowly, watching through heavily-lidded eyes as I writhed beneath him impatiently.

His entry was mercifully swift, the hard drive of his cock into me made me cry out. I was balanced already on the sharp edge of another orgasm; filled, so completely filled by Shaun.

"I love you," he gasped, thrusting again and again into the slick heat of my pussy. "I've always loved you." Shaun reached for my breasts, adding another layer of delicious sensation to the pressure already building deep inside of me. I could feel his generous length stroking me in places I'd never known existed before, drawing out the white heat of my impending orgasm.

I wanted to speak, to respond in kind, but every sound out of my mouth was wordless. In my head I uttered every endearment I could think of, wanting to put into words the feelings Shaun evoked with both his body and his affection. I held on to the hard, sinewy wall of his shoulders, afraid that if I let go I'd fly away.

"Still so tight," Shaun rasped gruffly, slowing his tempo, making me feel every inch of him inside me. "All this time and still so tight."

I smiled through the haze of my arousal, infinitely pleased that he was so pleased with me. He leaned in to roughly kiss my neck, just at the small, sensitive spot behind my ear. I slipped loudly over the edge, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and wailing through my orgasm as my muscles contracted in waves of pleasure.

Shaun continued his rhythm, leading me from one orgasm to another, whispering aloud the litany of my name against my neck, driving all rational thought from my head. I was suspended in a brilliant cloud of pure sensation and Shaun had taken me there.

His own release was a violent, sudden jerk; the heat of him spread quickly inside of me, pushing me again into a sharp burst of pleasure. I could feel every spasm, every contraction as we lay panting, trying to catch our breath, coming down off of the best moment we'd ever had together. 

Shaun's hair was plastered sweatily against my neck and mingled with my own; his breathing harsh and quick in my ear. My own lungs were rasping in reply; my heart beating so frantically I wondered if it was audible. Shaun was a solid, reassuring blanket of weight above me, pressing me into the mattress in the most satisfying way. Everything felt so right that I didn't dare move.

"I love you Shaun," I whispered, feeling his weight change as he slipped from bliss into the soft beginning of sleep. He moved slightly to the side, wrapping me in the solid warmth of his arms, resting his head against my own; we shared one pillow.

"I love you Jackie." His reply was a faint sigh in the dark, and closing my eyes, I slept too.



Hell, Yeah: Shaun's Story Ch. 1



[To the men in my life: Jerry, who doesn't even know he inspired me to write this when he asked to hear Shaun's story; harddaysknight, for the advice, wisdom, and support only a fellow writer can give; Dan, for his uniquely male point-of-view and the glimpse at his boxer shorts; S.H. for inspiring the character of Shaun in the first place; and C. for speaking every day in Shaun's voice and making me feel as beautiful and loved as my heroines are.]



I feel a little guilty about it now, but the first thing I noticed about her was her breasts; they were great, the best pair I've ever seen on a real-live woman anyway. The doormen and the guys in the kitchen were betting they were fake but Jackie didn't seem the type; besides they had this way of bouncing under her t-shirt when she walked which was 100% genuine.

Getting to know her was easy, since we worked together a lot and she liked to talk. Frankly I was a little surprised that Mac hired her in the first place; generally the women he hired were hot and stupid. Jackie was cute and smarter than every other woman in the place. She was also hilarious to work with, and gave it back as good as she got it. You couldn't put anything past her and she took the teasing and joking like she was one of the guys.

In less than a month it seemed like she'd been working at Mac's forever; the customers loved her, Mac thought she hung the moon, and the place just ran better when she was behind the bar. I don't think the other girls thought much of her, possibly because they had nothing in common, but Jackie didn't put much score in the "skinny bitches" (her phrase, not mine) anyway. 

She was tough and spunky and could swear like a sailor; and I wanted her from the first second I saw her. But life has a way of complicating things, no matter how much you wished it otherwise; she had a boyfriend. He was a fucking idiot and a slacker, but Jackie seemed attached to him so I didn't push the issue. She didn't talk about him much anyway, which suited me just fine; it was easier to pretend he didn't exist that way.

I dated too, the usual string of pretty girls without much between the ears. When you're a bartender it's easy enough to come by the willing ones, and although my low standards sometimes made me feel guilty I wasn't stupid enough to say no. If Jackie thought anything of my girlfriends she said nothing, which was weird because we could talk about everything else.

She had this way of flirting which seemed natural and fun; the customers responded to it and so did I. I'm not sure she was even aware she was doing it, but she had this way of making you feel at ease, like you were the smartest, funniest guy in the room. She tried to explain the niceties of hockey to me; I tried to enlighten her on football. We could talk all night about every subject under the sun or sit in silence and drink a half-dozen beers and be perfectly happy either way.

I could watch her work all night, loved the way she bent over to grab a beer from the cooler, loved the subtle curves of her body beneath her baggy golf shirt. As time went by I found myself just waiting for those opportunities when she'd brush past me; and hoped like a desperate teenager that she'd touch my arm or let me touch hers. She had this way of looking over her shoulder at you and smiling which made me hard every time. Each night we worked together was torture, but I wouldn't have given those shifts up for anything.

The first time I knew I was really in trouble was the night I spent an entire shift trying to figure out if her hair was brown or red and if her eyes were blue or grey; I was thirty-two years old and feeling like a fucking ass for wanting a woman I'd never have; she had me wrapped in knots and she didn't even know it. We worked together as friends for more than four years before my opportunity came.

The night she told me she'd dumped her slacker boyfriend I know I wore a shit-eating grin the entire shift; I tried to be supportive and sympathetic and all that crap that girls think they need, but she saw through it easily and didn't seem to care; her sense of humour carried her through.

"Fuck him," Jackie laughed, popping the cap off another bottle of beer. It was her fifth one of the night, a few more than she usually had after work, but she held her liquor better than any other woman I knew so I wasn't worried. "He's an asshole."

"Yeah," I muttered in agreement, watching out of the corner of my eye as she stripped off her work uniform to reveal the tank top underneath. It was such an unconsciously sexy gesture that I was hard instantly.

"I'm not thinking about him ever again," she sighed, tossing her wavy brown hair over one petite shoulder; her hair looked so soft I just itched to touch it. "I'm a strong, independent woman; I don't need a boyfriend." She giggled semi-drunkenly into her beer.

I chuckled, raising my beer in a silent toast; Jackie smiled her sexy little grin in return and we both went back to watching sports highlights in the darkened bar. It was our nightly post-work ritual and we'd been doing it for four years but all of a sudden it felt different to me. She was right there, sitting beside me, completely unaware of how fucking cute she was and how much I wanted her; if I was a braver guy I'd have reached for her right then and there, but I was scared she'd turn me away. After all, she didn't treat me any differently than any other guy she knew and at the time I had no idea what she really thought of me.

The truth was Jackie did need a boyfriend; she deserved a man who would treat her well and live to make her happy. I wanted to please her, to take her home and show her how much I wanted her, how possible it was for her to be satisfied. I knew the sex would be amazing between us, and I ached to show her just how good we could be together. But common sense got the best of me and I sat silently and watched the light of the television flicker off her face as she got drunk in celebration of being single.

And so I started seeing Lisa, mostly because she was pretty hot and she'd been easy to get; she flirted openly with me one night while I was working and I took her home. If Jackie noticed she didn't say anything; we'd always been strangely silent in regards to our relationships outside of work and every time I fucked Lisa I felt a little guilty because I was wishing she was someone else.

There were a lot of things I could never tell Lisa, it was almost like she didn't care that I had friends, a job, or plans for the future; and at times I suspected she was using me just like I was using her. It was no surprise to either of us that we broke up and I can't say I missed her when she was gone.

But I had a hard time telling Jackie and I didn't know why. Maybe because we'd never really talked about my seeing Lisa; maybe because I didn't want her to think I was a shitty boyfriend; maybe I just didn't know what to say.

I felt like I was stuck in a purgatory of my own making, waiting for things to happen in my career; waiting for the girl of my dreams to notice me; waiting for the fucking balls to do something about it all.

And then the opportunity came and I still can't believe that it happened.

It was the Sunday of the NFL division finals and I'd left the office to help Jackie bartend; not that she needed the help, she'd bounced around behind the bar with her unique blend of cheerfully sarcastic excitement all night long; her mood was so contagious that by halftime I'd forgotten the bitchy, post-breakup-bull-shit phone call from Lisa earlier in the evening.

So I teased and flirted and Jackie gave it right back, unaware of the effect her sexy little laugh had on me. The shift flew by even though I kept finding myself distracted by the smallest things: the little curl which had escaped her ponytail to rest against the back of her neck; how good she smelled when I got close enough to breathe her in; hell, even the way she wrapped her hand around a bottle of beer had me thinking the wrong things.

So when the night was over and we were having our post-shift beer I told Jackie about breaking up with Lisa and she seemed genuinely concerned, and when I put my arm casually around her and she didn't shy away I was so pleased I couldn't keep the grin off my face. All I could think about was kissing her and how warm her bare shoulder was against my arm.

How we got on the topic of oral sex I'll never know, but Jackie slipped it into the conversation so easily it made my head spin and my dick hard. I choked on my beer while she laughed and cleaned up after me. We'd always avoided topics like that and when we went back to watching sports highlights she was strangely quiet. Usually she pestered me with questions and comments and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her pretty little head. It was just as well that she didn't know what was going on in mine.

"What is this?" Jackie asked after a long stretch of silence; she kept her eyes glued to the T.V. screen. 

I tore my gaze from the Bulls/Pistons highlights to glance over at her and tried to sound cool. "What is what?" 

"This. Whatever this is, you know, between us. What is it?"

My heart stopped; the little voice in my head was screaming at me to make my move. I tightened my arm around Jackie, swivelling her barstool so we faced each other again, knees bumping. I wound my other arm wound around her too, caressing the length of her bare arm and watching as her beautiful blue eyes grew wide. 

"I don't know," I admitted, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt; I had no clue what I would say or do if she turned away. "Want to find out?"

A sexy smile bloomed slowly across her face, and I found myself wondering why I'd ever thought her cute; Jackie wasn't just cute, she was fucking gorgeous.

"Hell, yeah," she whispered and then she kissed me. Later we would argue as to who kissed who first; I'd never admit that it was her, but to be honest it was and the fact that she wanted me back made me dizzy.

Every bone in my body jolted with shock as our lips met, and when her tongue found mine it took a moment for my brain to register what was happening; my cock, however, was right on board.

So I did what was I'd been dying to do for four years: I kissed her back. All the while hoping it wouldn't be the last time because she was amazing. Her mouth was scalding hot, her tongue insistent; she met every move I made with one of her own and made the sexiest little noises I've ever heard. It's possible I forgot to breathe.

I tightened my grip around her narrow waist and deepened our kiss. I couldn't keep my hands off her; I wanted to touch her everywhere. Her curves were amazing beneath her white tank top and I was hard just from knowing they were mine to touch, at least for the moment. Jackie dug her hands into my hair and moaned sexily, holding on to me as if she were afraid of falling off. 

I wanted desperately to move the proceedings to somewhere more comfortable. It was way too warm in the bar and Jackie was practically sitting on my lap. Let me be the first to say that there isn't enough room on one barstool for two people, especially when one of those people is getting bigger every second. No girl has ever had me as worked up as Jackie did and I wondered what else she was capable of; I was aching to find out how far she was going to let me go.

"Fuck." I panted, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "If I'd known you kissed like that, I'd have done it long ago." I couldn't help but grin like an idiot while Jackie laughed and traced the edge of my jaw with a soft finger; my cock jumped inside my jeans. "We can't do this here," I smiled, leaning forward to drop a path of kisses along the length of her neck; I'd wanted to kiss that spot for four years and was well rewarded for my patience when Jackie arched against me, purring deep in her throat.

"The office?" she gasped raggedly. 

I was so excited I wasn't sure I could stand but I helped her off her barstool and lead the way through the doors into the back hallway and then into the office I shared with Mac; there was a sofa in there which was the ugliest thing known to man, but it was damn comfortable. I'd never fucked a girl on it, but I sure as hell was going to try.

I sat down on the sofa and pulled Jackie down to straddle me; for a moment there was a nervous look in her eyes and I was afraid she'd bolt, but she started kissing me again and I forgot all about being scared that we might be messing up a great friendship with a moment of passion as what little blood left in my brain shot straight from my head to my cock.

Jackie had her hands in my hair again as I traced the sexy curve of her hips and waist, trying to get up the courage to touch her breasts; when I finally brushed against them Jackie moaned encouragement. Chuckling, I ran the pad of my thumb across her nipples, in awe as the contact made her arch her back.

"You like that?" I laughed, gasping as I broke our kiss. Jackie nodded wordlessly. "I want to see them. Take your shirt off." 

She shifted her position on top of me, pulling the white tank top off with an enthusiastic yank. There was a minute when I couldn't do anything but stare at her breasts; my first impression all those years ago had been right, they were fucking amazing. She was wearing some sexy, lacy white bra that was so completely unexpected I almost forgot what to do; nervously I ran my hands over the white lace; her nipples hardened even more at my touch.

"You should not hide these beneath those damn golf shirts." I murmured as I lowered my head to run a line of kisses across her chest. "I'm voting for a change of uniform."

Jackie shook her head and said nothing, but her eyes were wide and there was a small smile at the edge of her mouth which I longed to kiss, except that I was temporarily distracted by her breasts. "The little t-shirts didn't fit," she gasped as I licked her right nipple through the lace of her bra. "I tried, too tight."

"I would have loved to see that." I couldn't help but laugh even though the mental image of Jackie trying to wiggle her amazing breasts into one of the waitress's little t-shirts was sexy as hell. I wasn't sure if she'd appreciate the joke however, so I just stuck to doing what I was doing and kept licking her hard nipple, all the while wondering how much harder it was going to get. 

"I bet," she teased, running her hands across my shoulders as I sucked at one breast while flicking the nipple of the other with my thumb. "You perv."

I bit gently at her hardened nipple and laughed; half at her teasing me and half in disbelief at the situation. My cock was rock hard inside my jeans and Jackie knew it; she wiggled her hips against me and I groaned. I clutched her ass and pulled her closer, trying to keep her from wiggling too much and spoiling all the fun before it had hardly begun. 

I started kissing her again, partly because I couldn't resist the bottom curve of her lip and partly because I was dying to distract her enough to undo her bra. It's the oldest trick in the book, but it works, and the look on her face when her bare breasts hit the cold air told me she hadn't seen it coming. Then I just leaned back against the couch and stared; I couldn't help it, she was glorious. Grinning broadly, I palmed the generous weight of her breasts with my hands. 

"Damn," I murmured shakily, unable to hide the hitch in my voice. "I've been fantasizing about these for four years. They're even better than I thought they would be."

"You fantasize about me?" Jackie asked, grinding above me. The pressure in my boxers was starting to become uncomfortable, but I couldn't have stopped her if I wanted to; I'd dreamt about the moment for too long to let a little discomfort get in the way. 

"Hell, yeah." I ran my hands around to her spine and down to cup her ass, kneading her through her jeans.

"What about the Skinny Bitches?" Jackie asked with a cute, little pout. "Do you fantasize about them?"

I straight out growled at her; how could she not see how amazing she was? Even when pressed against evidence as obvious as my hard-on did she really have no idea what she did to me? "I don't want the fucking Skinny Bitches." I ran my hands possessively over her ass, the curve between her hips and waist, the heavy roundness of her breasts. "I want you. I've always wanted you." I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, unsure of how else to prove my point.

I don't remember getting naked I only remember that we must have, because suddenly we were back on the couch with her straddling me and nothing in between us; it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Jackie was hot and soft and smelled so fucking good that I could have died right then and been a happy guy. Her body was everything I'd fantasized it would be; curvy and smooth, with sexy little sprinkles of freckles that I'm sure she hated but which I was starting to love; I wanted to trace out each path with my tongue to find out where it led.

I dipped my hand between her legs, feeling for the slick heat of her; she was wetter than I ever would have thought and I could have come right then and there, but she beat me to it. 

"Shit," I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief as she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. "That didn't take much!" I ran my fingers further, dipping into the warmth of her pussy; she was so hot my knees were shaking. It was a good thing we were sitting down. 

"Sorry," she apologized, leaning in closer to kiss me. "It's been a while." 

"I just hope we haven't finished before we've begun," I laughed, feeling her muscles contract around my fingers. My head was reeling; when I'd woken up that morning I never would have guessed that before bedtime I'd have my fingers buried inside her. Dear God how I wanted to bury more than that.

"Hell, no. I can have a few more." Jackie smiled brightly and there was a daring glint in her eyes which I liked. 

"Really? Lucky girl. How many?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. I've never kept track. I usually lose count after six or seven."

Laughing, I bent to briefly take a nipple in my mouth. I removed my sopping fingers, rubbing my hard cock against her. "That sounds like a challenge." Some day I was going to see how many I could give her; at the moment however, one more would have been enough. I could feel myself grinning like a fucking idiot, but everything was so unbelievably perfect that I couldn't stop.

"Please," Jackie moaned as she ground herself wetly against my cock. I didn't want to wait another second; I didn't think I could have if I tried.

"Gladly," I growled before putting my hands around her narrow waist and lifting her enough to fit myself inside. Even though I'd done it a million times, with a dozen different girls, Jackie just felt different; it was the best feeling in the world and hearing her scream as I filled her almost made me come on the spot. "Shit," I said through gritted teeth, trying to hold on long enough for us both to enjoy it. "You're so fucking tight. This isn't going to take long."

"No worries," Jackie gasped as we easily found our rhythm. "You'll owe me."

"I want to see you come again first." I ran my hands up to her breasts, letting her set the rhythm, so fucking pleased when she got it just right. She felt so good around me and looked so good riding above me that I couldn't have spoken if I tried; I wanted to remember every second in case it never happened again. 

As much as I wanted her to come again, I was starting to get worried that I'd finish before she did; but once more Jackie didn't disappoint. She cried out as she came a second time, the hot walls of her rippling around my cock, driving all thought of my holding back from my head; I felt myself explode with a growl, vaguely aware of Jackie through the fog as she slowed her movements above me. My ears were ringing from the combination of her cries and my own orgasm; it was the best I could ever remember feeling.




Hell, Yeah: Shaun's Story Ch. 1



We remained motionless for a time, my cock still buried within her, her head resting in the crook of my neck, the ragged rasp of our breathing the only sound in the darkened office. The throbbing waves of my orgasm faded gently away, leaving only the rightness of my being inside her. I planted a weary kiss on her forehead and could feel her smile into the dampness of my neck.

"If you walk me home, will you stay the night?" Jackie asked hesitantly. Was she afraid I'd say no? There was no way I was going to ever let her out of my sight again. 

"Hell, yeah," I chuckled, anxious to see the flirty little smile back on her face. "I owe you, remember? Besides, you mentioned earlier you missed oral sex. Let me be the first to volunteer to remedy that." I'd had a million fantasies of tasting her and I was dying to see if the reality lived up to the fantasy; I had very little doubt that it would.

"Actually," Jackie laughed, rising off my lap with a groan as my cock slipped out of her; it was the sweetest noise I'd ever heard. She tossed my discarded clothing at me before covering up her amazing body with her own. I was sad to see it go. "I think you get to go first. By the sounds of it you've been woefully neglected." She glanced up at me through lowered lashes and miraculously my cock twitched with anticipation; it had only been a few minutes and I was already itching for round two.

I approached her slowly, watching for any sign of regret in her eyes; when there was none I wrapped my arms around her petite frame and pulled her in for another kiss; she met my frantic tongue with her own. "Hell, yeah," I murmured and grabbing her hand, led her from the room.



Hell, Yeah



"No worries," I gasped as we easily found our rhythm. "You'll owe me."

"I want to see you come again first." Shaun ran his hands up to my tits, leaving me to keep up the tempo of our fucking. His eyes were serious as he watched me ride him. His possessive claim on my breasts made me wild; as much as I wanted another orgasm of my own, I wanted his more.

But it was Shaun who got his wish. The intense feeling building within me so quickly took me by surprise. I cried out again as I came, the waves of pleasure more powerful than any I'd known. As if from far away I could feel the answered contraction of his cock deep inside me seconds before the hot surge of his orgasm filled me. His growl in my ear announced his coming, his hands clutched my arms roughly.

We remained motionless for a time, his cock still buried within me, my head resting in the crook of his neck, the ragged rasp of our breathing the only sound in the darkened office. The throbbing waves of my orgasm faded gently away, leaving only the rightness of Shaun being inside me. He planted a weary kiss on my forehead; I smiled into the dampness of his neck.

"If you take me home, will you stay the night?" I asked after a time, half afraid he might decline.

"Hell, yeah." Shaun chuckled, "I owe you, remember? Besides, you mentioned earlier you missed oral sex. Let me be the first to volunteer to remedy that."

"Actually," I laughed, rising off his lap with a groan as his cock slipped out of me. I playfully tossed Shaun his discarded clothing before donning mine again. "I think you get to go first. By the sounds of it you've been woefully neglected." I glanced up at him through lowered lashes, liking the brazen heat of his gaze over my body. 

Shaun approached me, now fully clothed, and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me in for another breathtaking kiss. "Hell, yeah." He murmured and grabbing my hand, led me from the room.