Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours

Not Part of the Service

Lena’s POV 🌸

The notification came in just after 10:30 p.m. — another high-value order to the same penthouse. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should decline it. I knew this was becoming something more than deliveries. But the promised tip was too good to ignore, and some traitorous part of me wanted to see him again.

I accepted the order and headed there immediately.

When I reached his door, my hands were shaking. I knocked twice.

“Come in, Lena,” Adrian’s deep voice called from inside.

I hesitated for half a second, then pushed the door open. The penthouse was dimly lit, city lights sparkling through the massive windows. Adrian stood near the living area in black sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. He looked relaxed, but his eyes burned when they landed on me.

“Lock the door behind you,” he said calmly.

I did.

He nodded toward the marble kitchen island. “You can put the bag there.”

I walked over and set the food down, overly aware of how quiet the space was except for my own heartbeat. When I turned around, Adrian was much closer than I expected.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Now wait a minute. Don’t rush off.”

I swallowed. “I… I really should get back to—”

“Just one minute,” he repeated, stepping into my space. His hand came up slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I didn’t, he cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my lower lip. “You’ve been on my mind all day, Lena.”

The air thickened instantly. Before I could overthink it, he leaned down and kissed me.

It started slow — warm, deliberate pressure. His lips moved against mine with controlled hunger, coaxing instead of demanding. I melted into it, sighing softly as his other hand settled on my waist. The kiss deepened gradually. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and when I parted for him, he groaned quietly and pulled me closer.

Heat pooled low in my belly. My arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss turned wetter, hotter. Adrian’s hands roamed down my back, gripping my ass through my jeans and pressing me against the growing hardness in his sweatpants.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed against my mouth.

He walked me backward until my back met the cool glass of the window. One hand slipped under my delivery jacket, then under my shirt, caressing my bare skin. His touch was confident, unhurried. When his fingers brushed the underside of my breast, I gasped into his mouth.

Adrian pulled back slightly, eyes dark. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I didn’t want him to stop.

Instead, I tugged at his shirt. He got the message, pulling it off in one smooth motion. My hands explored his hard chest and abs as he unzipped my jacket and tossed it aside. My shirt followed. The cool air hit my skin, but his mouth was on my neck instantly, sucking and licking while his hands unclasped my bra.

He groaned when my breasts spilled free. “So f*****g perfect.”

He dropped his head, taking one stiff n****e into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. I moaned, arching into him, fingers threading through his hair. His other hand worked my jeans open, sliding inside to cup me over my soaked panties.

“So wet already,” he murmured against my breast. “You’re dripping for me, Lena.”

He rubbed slow circles over my c**t through the fabric until my legs trembled. Then he pushed my jeans and panties down together. I stepped out of them, suddenly completely naked in front of him.

Adrian’s gaze raked over me hungrily. He freed his c**k from his sweatpants — thick, long, and rock hard. My eyes widened. He was bigger than I’d imagined.

He kissed me again, slower this time, as he lifted me effortlessly. My back pressed against the glass, legs wrapped around his waist. The thick head of his c**k nudged against my entrance, sliding through my slick folds.

“Wait—” I whispered, suddenly nervous. “Adrian… I’ve never… I’m still a virgin.”

He froze, pulling back just enough to look at me. Surprise flashed across his face, followed by something darker — pure, raw lust.

“A virgin?” His voice was rough. “Yet you’re this soaked and grinding against my c**k like a naughty little thing?”

I bit my lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. “I… I still want it.”

A low, possessive growl escaped him. “f**k, Lena. You’re going to ruin me.”

He kissed me deeply again, then reached between us, rubbing his cockhead against my c**t before lining up. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, voice strained.

He pushed in gradually. The stretch was intense — a burning fullness that made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. Inch by inch, he worked himself deeper, watching my face the entire time.

“Relax for me, beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “That’s it… good girl.”

When he finally bottomed out, we both groaned. He stayed still, buried to the hilt inside me, letting me adjust while murmuring praises against my skin. “So tight… so f*****g perfect.”

The initial discomfort slowly melted into deep, throbbing pleasure. I rolled my hips experimentally, and Adrian cursed.

“Naughty virgin,” he growled, starting to move — slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. “Taking my c**k so well on your first time.”

The glass window was cool against my back as he f****d me steadily, building rhythm. My moans grew louder, more shameless. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me. Adrian’s grip on my ass tightened as he drove into me harder, deeper, losing some of that careful control.

“Look at you,” he rasped, forehead pressed to mine. “My sweet, naughty delivery girl… creaming all over my cock.”

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. My walls clenched around him as my orgasm crashed over me without warning. I cried out, shaking in his arms, p***y pulsing hard around his thick length.

Adrian groaned loudly, thrusting through my climax before pulling out suddenly. He stroked himself twice and came hot and heavy across my stomach and breasts, marking me with thick ropes of his release.