The Deliveryman

12:56… you’re normally here by now.

Maybe you’re… on a different route today. Or… maybe you… took the day off or something.

Or maybe you read the stupid note I left taped to the mailbox and you’re never coming back.

That was maybe one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had. Leave a note with my phone number for the hot delivery guy. Yeah, great way to get a boyfriend.

You probably think I’m insane. God, I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable. We’ve had such a good rapport over the last few weeks and I just completely ruined it.

I didn’t really even think about what happens if you’re not interested or taken or something. And now you’re just going to be thinking about the fact that clearly, I’m into you every time you drop the mail off. I really screwed this up.

Whatever. I’m young, I’m hot, if you don’t feel the same, then that’s your loss. I’ll be able to laugh about it… eventually.

Still, uh, I kind of wish I could take back ever leaving that note.

Fuck.

Oh my god, it’s you. Shit, it’s you. Why are you knocking on my door? You never knock.

“Hey.”

“Hey, how’s it going? Got a package here I need you to sign for. And I’ve… I’ve got a few letters for you here, too.”

Shit, shit, should I say something about it? Ask if you saw the note? No, no, just pretend like it never happened.

God, my face is getting all hot. You’re going to hand me a restraining order, aren’t you?

“There you go, these are yours.”

“Oh, thanks, yeah…”

“Um, that one looks important.”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re right, it does. Looks like someone… might have written their phone number on this electric bill. And a bunch of hearts.”

“Oh, really? Maybe you got, like, a secret admirer or something.”

“Yeah? Maybe.”

“Seriously, I got your note yesterday. Made my day, so… thanks.”

“It did? Well, this kinda just made mine. So, thank you. Honestly, I started spiralling as soon as I saw it gone.”

“You a Capricorn?”

“Yeah, actually, I am. How did you know?”

“Overthinking. Classic Capricorn trait. I’m one too.”

“No way.”

“Oh yeah. I’m a big-time overthinker. I probably spent a solid half hour trying to decide if I should come to your door or leave a note in your mailbox.”

“That’s so funny. I debated if it was cheesy to hit on someone by note for, like, an hour yesterday.”

“Nah, not cheesy. Kinda romantic, like Jane Austen or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.”

“So, just to confirm, you are hitting on me?”

“Mm, yeah, I think so. And you’re definitely hitting on me, right?”

“100%.”

“Do you want to…? Sorry, I know you’re in the middle of working, but do you want to come in for a minute? It’s so cold—I just made a pot of coffee.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got a little while before I’m due back.”

So… this is not at all what I was expecting. I absolutely am not prepared to have a cute guy in my apartment. Really hope he doesn’t notice my laundry in the living room. Or that I’ve got a bunch of dishes in the sink.

It’s been so long since I’ve flirted, but… hey, still got it, I guess. And damn, he’s cute in that uniform.

“I’ve been seeing you so much lately when I come by. Did you just start working from home or something?”

“Yeah, actually. A month or so ago. It’s… been an adjustment. Sugar?”

“Yeah, please. Sounds tough. I don’t think I could do it, honestly, sit at a desk all day. You enjoying it?”

“It’s definitely not for everyone, but there are perks, yeah. What about you, do you like your job?”

“Yeah, I do. Gets me out of the house. And I get to meet some… interesting people. Some more interesting than others…”

I turn around to hand you the cup, but you don’t reach out to take it. You run your fingers through your hair and tilt your head to the side a little. God, your smile is so contagious.

Your eyes look me up and down, slow, purposeful. You close the distance between us, wrap your fingers around mine on the warm mug and set it down on the counter.

We’re so close together… your face just a couple of inches from mine. This… this is really happening, isn’t it?

“This okay?”

“More than okay.”

I lift my hands and wrap them around the back of your neck. Your skin is warm and surprisingly soft under the collar of your coat.

You guide your hands down to my hips and squeeze a little… before curling your fingers around two of my belt loops.

Your hands slide downward… around my ass.

Suddenly I’m being lifted up onto my kitchen counter. You part my legs with your thigh and press your body against mine.

“You feel good…”

“Do you want this?”

“Yeah, yeah, I want you.”

You lay your hands on my thighs and lean your weight against me. Your fingers slip beneath the hem of my t-shirt. They’re a little cold as you slide them up my stomach… up to my chest.

Your teeth pull on my bottom lip, not hard, but enough to let me know you want more than to just kiss me. You’re being gentle, but somehow firm, self-assured. I pull on your jacket to bring you closer.

“Can I take off your shirt?”

“Yeah, please do.”

My nipples harden as you lift my shirt over my head. Each little movement of your fingers sends a shock of pleasure through me.

“Oh, play with my nipples…”

I take off my bra and let it fall to the ground. Your mouth is warm as you drag it down my neck… over my collar bone… down to my chest.

You suck on each nipple and bite down gently. Your free hand twists and pulls at the other.

I reach down between us and press my hand against your crotch. I can feel your cock in your pants… getting hard… hard for me.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Oh, keep playing with my nipples… I want… fuck… I want you to taste me.”

Your hands tug on the waistband of my pants and pull them down. I lift myself up to make it a little easier for you.

You keep your eyes on mine as you grab my hips and gently pull me to the edge of the counter.

Your fingers glide over my thighs as you bend forward. Your mouth leans closer and closer to my pussy.

God, I’m… I’m getting wet…

You press your face between my legs and breathe in.

“Oh god, you smell amazing.”

I can’t help but push myself against your face and arch my back into the cool counter beneath me.

“Come here, come here…”

I tilt my hips towards you so you can slide my panties off. You push my legs apart and your mouth hovers so close to my clit. Fuck, I can almost feel you…

Your tongue slips between my folds. You move so slowly over my clit…

“Oh… yeah…”

“Yes… yes, right there…”

Your tongue flicks and circles my clit, faster now. I grip the edge of the countertop and wrap my legs around your back. Pulling you closer… forcing you deeper into me.

“Oh my god, that feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

“Can you… put your fingers in me…”

I sit up a little, and watch you press two fingers between my legs… and see them disappear inside me.

“I love the way you taste.”

I brace myself against the counter and grind forward into your hand. Your fingers thrust in, slowly, and curl against my g-spot.

“Oh fuck, yes… right there, just like that.”

“That feel good?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s… Oh, god, that’s good—”

“I want you… I want you in me…”

“Yeah? Do you have a…?”

“Condoms, yeah. In the drawer… behind you, yeah.”

“You keep condoms in the kitchen?”

“It’s my junk drawer, okay? Not a lot of storage in this place. Take your clothes off.”

I had no idea how incredible your body was. Your uniform has been good at hiding the toned lines of your chest… the faint v-line down your hips…

Your cock springs free from your boxers as you pull them down.

Your strong hands are under my ass again, sliding me to the edge of the counter. I open my knees for you.

“Mm—fuck—are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, go in me…”

You’re taking your time, dragging your mouth down my neck while you slowly guide the tip of your cock between my legs.

You slowly ease into me…

“Fuck, I want you all the way—all the way in…”

“Fuck… oh, you’re so big…”

“You want it slow?”

“No—no, I want more…”

You thrust steadily into me. I grip the counter’s edge so hard my knuckles turn white. I try to meet your rhythm with my hips as you look down at me.

Your hands squeeze around my ass and pull me harder against you. I’m clinging to your forearms, digging my nails into your skin.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re deep—keep going…”

“You’re going to make me cum if you don’t slow down—”

“Good.”

“I’m close—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

I collapse onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. You lean forward and lay your head against my bare chest. Fuck, that was… that was good.

“Um…”

“I really don’t want to go back to work.”

“Well, I did promise you coffee. That should help.”

“Yeah.”

My whole body is shaking. I can barely lift myself up into a sitting position. I watch you while you get dressed… taking a moment to really look at you. To take you in.

“Here, take it to go.”

“Oh, I can’t take your nice thermos.”

“I’m only giving it to you so you have to bring it back tomorrow.”

“Good call. Um, so, see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“If you don’t mind, I think tomorrow I won’t wear my uniform. I think I’ll also show up at 6PM to take you to dinner. That okay?”

“Perfect.”