CHAPTER 0014- Delivery

Chloe left for her double shift just after eleven. The house went quiet in a way that felt deliberate. I was still in the kitchen finishing a cup of coffee when Elias came up behind me, took the mug out of my hand, and set it on the counter.

“Upstairs,” he said. “Now.”

We didn’t make it upstairs.

He bent me over the arm of the living room couch, yanked my shorts down, and pushed into me in one deep thrust. No warm-up. Just the thick stretch of him and the low sound he made when he bottomed out. I gripped the cushion and pushed back to meet him. He fucked me slow at first, deep and controlled, one hand on the back of my neck.

“Missed this,” he muttered. “One night and you were already unlocking the door again like a needy little thing.”

I moaned into the fabric. He went harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into me filling the room. My legs were already shaking when the doorbell rang.

We both froze.

Elias didn’t pull out. Just stayed buried inside me, breathing hard against my back.

“Ignore it,” he said.

The doorbell rang again. Then a third time, longer.

He cursed under his breath, pulled out, and yanked my shorts back up. “Stay here.”

I stayed half-bent over the couch, pulse slamming, while he went to the door. I heard it open. A young woman’s voice — bright, a little out of breath.

“Hi, I’ve got a package for Kane? Needs a signature.”

There was a pause. Then Elias said, “Yeah. Come in a second, I’ll grab a pen.”

I straightened up too late.

The delivery girl stepped into the entryway holding a medium-sized box. She looked about my age, maybe a year older. Dark hair in a messy bun, uniform shirt a little too tight, tablet under one arm. Her eyes landed on me — flushed, hair messy, shorts crooked — then flicked to Elias, then back to me. Something clicked behind her expression.

She didn’t look away fast enough.

Elias came back with a pen, signed the tablet, and handed it over. The girl took it, but her gaze kept drifting past him to where I stood. The air in the room felt different. Charged.

“You okay?” she asked me, voice careful.

I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out.

Elias looked between us. For a second I thought he’d shut it down, send her out, pretend nothing was obvious. Instead he exhaled slowly and shut the front door.

The soft click of the lock was loud.

The delivery girl — her name tag said Jenna — didn’t move toward the exit. She just stood there, eyes wide, the box still in her hands.

“I… should go,” she said, but she didn’t step toward the door.

Elias took the box from her and set it on the side table. “You saw what you saw.”

Jenna’s throat moved as she swallowed. Her eyes flicked to me again. “Are you… okay?”

“Yes,” I said. My voice came out steadier than I expected. “I’m okay.”

Something in her expression shifted. Not fear. Curiosity. Heat, maybe. She glanced at Elias, at the way he was still half-hard in his pants, at the obvious tension still hanging off both of us.

“I can forget I saw anything,” she said slowly. “Or…”

The word hung there.

Elias looked at me. Waiting. Giving me the choice.

I should have said no. Should have told her to leave and never come back. Instead I heard myself say, “Or what?”

Jenna’s cheeks flushed. “Or I could stay. For a little while.”

Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer to her, not touching yet. “You sure? Once you stay, you’re part of it.”

She nodded once, small but certain.

He looked at me again. “Riley.”

I nodded too.

That was all he needed.

He kissed me first — deep and claiming — then turned and kissed Jenna slower, testing. She made a soft sound against his mouth. When he pulled back he guided her toward the couch. I was still standing there with my shorts half-twisted when he reached for me too.

What happened next was messy and fast and unreal.

He had me bent over the arm of the couch again within a minute, shoving back inside me while Jenna watched, eyes wide, breathing hard. The sounds I made seemed to undo her. Elias reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer until she was kneeling on the cushion in front of me. He told her to open her mouth. Then he fucked me into her tongue.

I came hard like that — his cock buried deep, her mouth on my clit, the wrongness of a stranger being part of it making everything sharper. Elias pulled out of me, still hard, and told Jenna to take her turn. She hesitated only a second before letting him bend her over the same spot. I watched him sink into her, watched her fingers dig into the cushion, watched the way her face changed when he started thrusting for real.

He fucked her steady while I recovered, then pulled me in again by the hair and made me kiss her. The three of us ended up in a tangle on the couch — me riding him while Jenna sat on his face, then switching, then both of us on our knees while he took turns. It was raw and a little clumsy and so filthy I could barely think.

When he finally came it was inside me, deep, while Jenna kissed me through it. We stayed like that for a while after, sweaty and quiet, the only sound our breathing and the distant tick of the kitchen clock.

Eventually Jenna sat up, fixed her uniform with shaky hands, and let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“I still have other deliveries,” she said.

Elias looked at her, calm again. “You going to say anything?”

She shook her head. “No. But… if you ever need another package signed…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Just grabbed her tablet and the empty space where the box had been, unlocked the door, and left.

The house felt different after she was gone.

Elias looked at me, still half-undressed on the couch, his cum slowly leaking out of me.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off my face. The gesture was almost gentle.

“Good,” he said. “Because we’re not done.”

Then he pulled me back down.