It was a chilly afternoon when the doorbell rang, signaling yet another delivery. I opened the door to find him standing there, my delivery guy, looking as perfect as ever.
This time, though, he wasn’t holding anything in his hands— just a clipboard. I was disappointed for a second, thinking this was going to be another regular drop-off.
But he stepped forward, a little closer than usual, as if to hand me something.
“I've got to ask you to sign for this,” he said, and his voice— deep, low, rich with something I couldn’t quite place— sent a shiver down my spine.
My heart raced. I signed quickly, hoping my hand didn’t shake too much. But as I handed it back, I noticed how close he was, how his eyes flickered over me for just a moment longer than usual. I wasn’t imagining it this time. There was a flicker there.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though I was dying inside.
He paused, eyes lingering on mine. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s just that I’ve delivered to you a lot, and I’ve noticed you, you know. Always dressed up. Always looking... nice.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Did he really notice? All this time, I thought I was just some delivery destination for him, but now— now, he was acknowledging it.
I didn’t know what to say, my words tripping over themselves. My mind raced, trying to think of the perfect response, but before I could, something strange bubbled up from deep within me. Maybe it was the frustration of being ignored for so long, or maybe it was just a moment of recklessness, but I knew what I had to do.
I reached behind me, heart racing as I felt the little something hidden inside my hole.
A small, smooth butt plug. I had bought it on a whim, something for me, something to remind myself that I was desirable, that I could be wanted.
The moment I turned around and arched my back just right, he let out a gasp. But I wasn't done.
The moment I lifted my skirt and flashed my stuffed hole in his direction, his eyes widened. He froze. For a second, I thought I’d pushed it too far, but then his eyes softened, a heat flashing in them that I had never seen before.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
“Showing you,” I said, swaying my hips a little, “that I want you. I've wanted you for a long time.”
His lips parted slightly, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. Was he shocked? Surprised? Was he about to turn away, to walk off as he always did? I held my breath, waiting for his rejection.
But instead, he stepped forward. Slowly, deliberately. His gaze locked with mine from where I turned my head so I could look at him, and for the first time, I saw something change in him.
He reached out, one hand brushing against my ass cheek lightly, as if testing the waters. “You’ve wanted me all this time, huh?” he asked, voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place.
I nodded, unable to hide the vulnerability in my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.
The air between us was thick with tension, and for the first time, I didn’t feel invisible. I wasn’t just the cute girl in the neighborhood anymore. I was someone he was starting to see.
“You’re brave,” he said, his fingers brushing against the plug. He gently took it out of my ass, examining it like it was the most precious thing in the world. “You’re not afraid of what you want.”
“No,” I whispered. “I’m not.”
His eyes narrowed with something that looked like hunger. “Good,” he murmured, bringing me up, manhandling me to face him and leaning closer.
The warmth from his body pressed against me as he leaned in, his scent — subtle, masculine— filling the air between us. The air between us thickened, heavy with anticipation, and my heart raced in a way that felt both exciting and terrifying.
He didn’t say anything at first, just continued to look at me, his gaze trailing over my body like he was drinking me in. The silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I wondered if I’d overstepped, if I’d made a mistake in showing him so much of myself, so soon. But then he spoke, his voice hushed, almost tender.
“You want this,” he said, his words slow, deliberate. “You want me.”
I nodded, breath catching in my throat. “Yes,” I whispered, barely able to hold his gaze, but not wanting to look away either. I needed him to fuck me mercilessly, needed him to know just how much I had craved this, how long I had wanted him to see me as more than just a fleeting glance in his day.
He stepped closer, the heat of his body nearly overwhelming. His hand, warm and steady, brushed a lock of hair from my face, and the touch sent shivers down my spine. His fingers lingered at my temple for a moment, just enough to make my pulse quicken.
“You’ve been playing this game for a while now, huh?” he asked, his voice low, teasing. “Every time I delivered something to you, every time hoping I’d notice.”
“I—” My voice faltered. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to explain the way I had felt, the longing that had built up. I tried to be cute, every time I hoped for more than just a polite exchange.
His fingers trailed down my cheek, soft but firm, making my skin tingle. “It’s cute,” he said, his smile small but knowing. “But you don’t need to hide behind it anymore.”
I swallowed hard, my body feeling electric under his touch. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice breathless.
His smile grew a little wider, and he tilted his head, as if pondering how to answer. “I mean,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you don’t have to act cute to get me. You just need to be yourself.”
I exhaled sharply, his words sending a wave of heat through me. For a moment, I stood there, stunned, trying to process what he was saying. I had spent so much time crafting this version of myself for him, a version that I thought would make him notice me, but here he was, telling me I didn’t have to pretend anymore.
Before I could respond, he took a step back, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Is this what you want, then?” he asked, his tone low and serious, his gaze never leaving mine.
I nodded, my throat tight. “Yes. Please,” I whispered, the words barely a breath on my lips.
He stepped closer again, closing the distance between us until his chest brushed mine. His hand cupped my face, his thumb gently running along my jawline. His touch was tender, but there was something in his eyes— a possessiveness, a hunger— that told me he wasn’t just playing around anymore.
“Good,” he murmured, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver through me. “Because I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Fucking your brains out, I mean.”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was close my eyes and let the sensation of his breath on my skin, the weight of his words, wash over me. My heart raced in my chest, and my pulse thundered in my ears. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had been fantasizing about for so long.
His lips hovered just a fraction away from mine. I could feel his warmth, the tension in the air, the way every inch of space between us was electrified. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. And then, with a sudden intensity, his lips pressed against mine, hot and demanding.
The kiss was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t soft or slow— it was insistent, almost desperate, like he had been holding back for far too long. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I gasped against his lips as his body molded to mine.
I could feel the weight of his hands, the strength in his grip, and it made me feel small, vulnerable, but in a way that was intoxicating. The way he held me, the way his lips moved against mine, told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me. He had always wanted me.
His mouth moved from mine to my neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent shudders down my spine. I tilted my head back, giving him access, feeling the slick heat of his tongue against my skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and my body responded instinctively, arching into him, wanting more.
His hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my stomach. I let out a soft moan, feeling a flush spread through my chest. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me with every movement.
He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a low rasp.
I nodded, unable to speak, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I wanted him so badly, more than I had ever wanted anything. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want this.”
His lips curled into a satisfied smile, and without another word, he pushed me to the couch, flipping me easily to position on all fours.
“Arch, baby,” he whispered. My breath hitched as I obeyed, arching my back to my back as I presented myself to him. I heard the sound of a belt getting unbuckled and zipper being pulled down before feeling his hand grabbing my waist tightly.
He pulled me closer, my ass flushed against his crotch. I gasped, feeling his hardness.
“I would make you choke on my cock first, but that would be for next time,” he said, rubbing my ass over himself.
I gasped. Next time!?
Fuck. I couldn't help but say a quick grateful prayer to the universe.
In a blink of an eye, my skirt was pulled up to reveal my ass. He spread my cheeks to reveal my hole which was glistening from the lube I'd used in getting the butt plug in.
“Do you have lube, baby?” he asked, the tip of his cock rubbing my rim but not breaching.
“N… no lube. It's enough. Put it in. I like it when it… when it hurts a bit,” I confessed.
He cursed under his breath before grabbing my waist again and positioning his cock to my lubed hole which was already quite loose from the butt plug.
“Condom?” he asked, still teasing the tip over my rim.
I was probably out of my mind because the next words that left my lips were unexpected. “Fuck me raw. I'm… I'm clean.”
He grunted. “Me too. I got tested yesterday,” he said, pushing the head inside of me so casually.
I yelped. He was big! I could feel the sting as my hole stretched around him.
“Fuck. You're so tight!” he exclaimed airily, pushing himself in a little more.
“And so fucking warm,” he added, pushing in again. It stung. But it stung so good. He filled me up so well. When he bottomed out, we both moaned out of pure ecstacy.
I couldn't believe how close I was already from just having him inside me. My cock was hard and leaking onto the couch.
With a drawn out sigh, he pulled out almost completely and slammed his full length back into me, the force pushing me forward on the couch.
He kept going like that until he found a pace, and I nearly went mad with how good it felt. His cock hit everywhere inside me and I couldn't control the loud moans that slipped from my mouth.
He was so good. So fucking good that he had me cumming untouched only two freaking minutes later!
I couldn't believe it. That was the best orgasm of my life. Fucking mind-blowing. He followed soon after and was kind enough to pull out, clean me up and take me to my room.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “See you soon, pretty,” he whispered before hurrying out.
I couldn't wait for the next time. Fuck.
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