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By OpenDeeply
The food delivery rider gets a tip and more
The apartment complex looked very grand, the most impressive building that I’ve delivered food to in months. The customer lived in the penthouse, and it was my first time even going to one. Even the elevator was opulent, and the elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. I walked in with the food order in my hands.
Just past the entrance was a stunningly attractive man, probably in his early thirties, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He was dressed in a sleek black shirt, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hint of toned chest, and dark blue jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. His smile was inviting, and his eyes roved over my body in a way that made me blush.
“You must be the delivery,” he said, taking the bag from my hands.
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, I’ve got your order.”
He stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. “Come in, come in,” he urged. “Let me get you a cold drink for your trouble.”
Surprised by the offer, I hesitated, glancing at the time on my phone. It was a sweltering day, and the idea of a cool beverage was tempting. Plus, the air conditioning inside was a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. “Okay, just for a minute,” I said, stepping into the penthouse.
I stepped inside the cool, air-conditioned foyer. The place was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The walls were adorned with abstract art, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine. He led me into a kitchen that gleamed with chrome and marble, the fridge humming quietly in the corner.
How about some iced tea?” he offered, reaching into the fridge. His biceps flexed as he pulled out a pitcher. “Or something stronger, perhaps?” His eyes twinkled mischievously, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.
“Iced tea would be great, thank you,” I replied, trying to ignore the way he filled the glass with such ease, the condensation glistening in the sunlight. He handed it to me with a nod, and our fingers brushed for a moment, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.
As I took a sip, the sweetness hit my tongue, and I couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. His smile grew wider, and he leaned against the kitchen island, watching me closely. The air between us thickened with tension, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.
“You look like you’ve had a long day,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “How about you sit down and take a break?”
I glanced around the kitchen, the cold glass in my hand feeling like a lifeline. “Well, I shouldn’t stay too long,” I murmured, but my legs were already moving towards the stool he’d indicated. The coolness of the seat was a stark contrast to the heat outside, and I was grateful for the respite.
“Nonsense,” he said, his tone playful. “You’re here now. Besides, I’ve been waiting for this food all afternoon. Give me a chance to enjoy the company while I eat.”
He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and began to unpack the food. The scent of garlic and spices filled the room, making my stomach growl. I couldn’t deny that I was curious about him—his penthouse, his life. He must be wealthy, I thought, to afford this kind of lifestyle.
“So, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing delivering food?” he asked, his gaze lingering on me as he served the food.
“Just trying to make ends meet,” I replied, trying to keep the conversation light. His question sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I took a deep breath to steady myself.
He took a seat opposite me, his gaze never leaving mine. “Well, I’m certainly not complaining,” he said, a hint of something more than mere friendliness in his voice. The way he looked at me made me feel seen, desired. The tension in the room grew palpable.
As he took his first bite, he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and I couldn’t help but watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down. When he opened his eyes again, they met mine, and he licked his lips, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “This is fantastic,” he murmured. “But you know what would make it even better?”
My heart skipped a beat. “What’s that?”
He leaned closer, his blue eyes darkening. “Your company,” he said, his voice a soft rumble that sent waves of heat through my body.
I swallowed hard, the cold tea suddenly feeling thick in my throat. “I, uh, I should get going,” I stammered, setting the glass down.
“Oh, come on,” he said, his eyes dancing. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying yourself.” He extended his hand across the counter. “I’m Jeremy, by the way.”
“Sophia,” I murmured, placing my hand in his firm grip. He held it for a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing against my skin, sending a shiver up my arm.
Jeremy took another bite of his food, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, Sophia, tell me about your day. What brings you to the top of the world?” His smile was infectious, and I found myself smiling back, the tension in the room momentarily easing.
“It’s just a job,” I said with a shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed under his scrutiny. “But the view from up here is pretty amazing.”
“Indeed,” Jeremy said, his eyes traveling back to the windows. “It’s one of the perks of living in the penthouse.” He took another bite of his food, his gaze returning to me. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “You,” he murmured, his eyes holding mine in a way that made my knees feel weak. “I can’t help but feel like there’s something…extraordinary about you.”
I felt my cheeks flush, and I couldn’t help but be drawn into his charm. “What makes you say that?”
Jeremy took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. “Just a feeling,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “I have a knack for spotting special things in people. It’s one of the reasons I’ve gotten so far in life.”
My pulse quickened, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The kitchen felt like it was shrinking around us, and all I could focus on was the way his eyes kept flickering down to my lips. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. “Is that so?” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Jeremy nodded, his gaze lingering on my mouth. “Very much so,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “You’ve got this…spark.” He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s intriguing.”
I felt my breath hitch as his hand lingered, his thumb grazing my cheek. “I, uh, I really should go now,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. But my body didn’t seem to want to move.
Jeremy leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “Is it about the money?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “I can understand if you’re worried about the tip. I’d be happy to more than cover your costs and time for this trip.”
Surprise flitted across my face. “That’s…that’s really not necessary,” I protested, but his confidence was alluring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of crisp bills, laying it on the counter between us.
“Consider it a bonus for your excellent service,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, that should cover your costs.”
The money was much more than I’d make on this delivery. More than I’d make on in even a month. But there was something in his tone that was more than just generous. It was…suggestive. My heart raced as I reached for the cash, our fingers brushing again. This time, it wasn’t just a simple touch—it was electric.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “But really, I should—”
“Sophia,” Jeremy interrupted, his voice like velvet. “You don’t have to go anywhere.” He took a step closer, the warmth of his body enveloping me. “Unless, of course, you’re in a hurry to leave?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he was playing a game, but all I found was a genuine interest, a smouldering desire that mirrored my own. The kitchen spun around me, the cold glass of tea forgotten on the counter. “No,” I whispered, my breath shallow. “I’m not in a hurry.”
Jeremy’s smile grew, and he took my hand, leading me away from the kitchen. We moved to the living room, the soft couches and plush rugs beckoning us to sit. The air grew thick with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. He sat down and patted the cushion next to him.
I perched on the edge, my heart racing as he leaned back and stretched his arm along the back, his fingers grazing my shoulder. The leather was cold against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. He reached for the remote, dimming the lights even further, and the room grew intimate, the edges of everything softening in the muted glow.
He turned to face me, his leg pressing against mine. The heat from his body was almost too much, and I found myself leaning into him despite the racing thoughts in my head. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face as he whispered, “Relax, you’re going to enjoy this.” His hand slid down my arm and rested on my leg, his thumb tracing little circles on my skin, sending waves of sensation through me.
I was shy, unsure of how to respond. This was so far out of my comfort zone, but something about his touch, his confidence, made me want to let go. I felt my body tense up, trying to resist the temptation, but the longer I sat there, the more my resolve melted away. My breathing grew shallower, my heart pounding in my chest as his hand moved up my thigh. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting to the floor, then back up to meet his intense gaze.
“I have a boyfriend,” I protested weakly, the words sounding hollow in the face of the passionate storm building between us. But the truth was, my relationship with Sam had become stale, a series of routine moments punctuated by lacklustre sex that left me feeling unfulfilled.
He noticed my hesitation and paused, his hand still on my leg. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “But if you stay, I can promise you an experience you’ll never forget.”
The words hung in the air between us, and I could feel the heat building inside me. The sound of the air conditioner was the only noise in the room, a faint hum that seemed to underscore the tension. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded, my eyes never leaving his. His smile grew wider, and he leaned in, closing the distance between us.
His lips met mine, and any last semblance of shyness disappeared. He tasted like mint and something else, something darker and more alluring. His hand slid around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss grew deeper. My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. His other hand slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he kissed me more urgently.
I tried to resist, to remember why this was a bad idea, but his touch was electric, making it hard to think. His tongue danced with mine, and I found myself melting into him, my body responding despite my better judgment. The scent of his cologne grew stronger, intoxicating me further as his hand traveled down my body, caressing my curves with a possessive touch that sent my senses reeling.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. I knew I should say no, that I should stop this before it went any further, but his words only served to inflate my ego, making it easier to ignore the voice of reason.
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling a thrill of excitement. He leaned back, his eyes raking over my body before focusing on my face. His hand slipped down to cup my cheek, and he kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a confidence that made my knees weak.
I tried to resist, to say no, but my body betrayed me. My hands slid up his chest, my nails digging into the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His touch grew bolder, his hands wandering over my breasts, my stomach, and down to the waistband of my shorts. I gasped into his mouth, my body arching into his touch.
My breath caught in my throat as his hands found the hem of my shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to lift it over my head.
“Wait,” I breathed, my voice shaky with nerves. “I’m not sure about this.”
Jeremy’s hands stilled on my shirt, his eyes searching my face for signs of genuine protest. I bit my bottom lip, the fabric of my top already bunched around my ribs. His gaze softened, and he leaned back, giving me space. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assured me, his voice a soothing rumble.
But the heat between us was palpable, and the thought of his hands on my bare skin was too tempting to resist. With a shaky sigh, I nodded, and he began to lift my shirt again, this time more slowly, giving me the chance to pull away if I truly didn’t want it. I felt my shyness melt away with each inch of bare skin he revealed, and soon my shirt was on the floor, leaving me in just my bra and shorts.
He leaned back in, his breath hot on my neck as his fingers traced the lacy edge of my lingerie. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered, his voice a warm caress that sent shivers down my spine. His hand slid under the fabric, cupping my breast gently before his thumb brushed over the hardened nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips, and he took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss.
I tried to stop him again, placing a hand over his to still his movements. But the feel of his palm on my skin was too much, and my hand slipped away, leaving him free to explore. He unclasped my bra with a deft touch, and it fell away, my breasts spilling into his waiting hands. His thumbs circled my sensitive peaks, teasing them into hard points as he broke the kiss to look down at me.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. “Let’s get these shorts off you too.”
Before I could protest, his strong hands were at the button and zipper of my shorts, pulling them down my legs. I felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the nerves as he slid them off, leaving me in just my underwear. The cool air of the room kissed my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Jeremy’s eyes raked over me, his gaze hungry and appreciative.
He leaned in again, his mouth finding mine in a bruising kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. My own hands began to explore, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders and back. His skin was warm and smooth, and I found myself craving more.
As our kiss grew more heated, Jeremy’s hand slid down to the waistband of my panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them down, and I felt the cool air against my damp skin. His fingers found my pussy, teasing my clit in slow, delicious circles that had me panting into his mouth. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes, and I knew what was coming next.
He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulled down the zipper of his jeans, and his cock sprang free.
I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it—he was huge. I’d never seen anything like it before, and for a brief moment, I felt a twinge of fear. But then he reached out and took my hand, placing it around him. He was hot and firm, and I felt a strange thrill at the power I held in my grip. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
Encouraged, I began to stroke him tentatively, feeling his length and girth in my hand. It was strange and thrilling, and I found myself growing wetter with each touch. Jeremy’s eyes never left mine, his gaze a silent communication of need and desire.
“You’re so good at that,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Keep going, baby.”
I watched his face, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back as I touched him. It was exhilarating, knowing that I had this effect on him. My hand grew more confident, and I stroked him more firmly, feeling his length pulse in my grip. His breathing grew ragged, and his hand found its way between my legs, his fingers sliding through my wetness.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his thumb circling my clit. “Do you like this?”
I nodded, my breaths coming in short gasps. His touch was skilled, his fingers teasing and probing in just the right way to make me ache for more. “Y-yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Jeremy leaned back, his hand guiding my head to his erection. “Take it in your mouth, baby,” he instructed, his voice a seductive purr. I hesitated for a moment, my eyes wide with nerves. But his gentle coaxing was too much to resist, and I leaned forward, my lips parting to accept him.
The taste of him was salty and musky, and I felt a strange thrill as his cock slid between my lips. He groaned in pleasure, his hand moving to the back of my head, guiding me in a steady rhythm. I could feel the veins pulsing under my tongue, and his soft moans filled my ears, urging me on. I took him deeper, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag. He stroked my hair, his grip tightening slightly as I adjusted to the sensation.
His hand tightened in my hair, and he began to guide my movements, pushing deeper into my mouth. I felt a rush of excitement as I took him in more, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I tried to relax my throat.
Jeremy’s breathing grew harsher, and I knew I was doing a good job. I could feel his tension building, his muscles tensing as I worked him over. His other hand found its way between my legs, and he began to rub my pussy in time with the bobbing of my head. I moaned around him, the sensation of his fingers inside me making me wetter by the second.
I was lost in the moment, the thrill of the forbidden situation taking over, when suddenly the elevator chimed and the door slid open. Two more men, equally as attractive as Jeremy, stumbled in, laughing and talking loudly. They stopped cold when they saw us, their eyes going wide with surprise.
Jeremy didn’t miss a beat, though. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop and stood, with a smug smile. “Look what I found,” he said, gesturing to me with a flourish.
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