CHAPTER 2: The Pizza guy

The pizza guy was even hotter up close.

Tall, maybe six-two, with messy dark hair, strong arms under a tight black polo, and a jawline that made my stomach flip. His name tag read “Danny.” His eyes widened a little when he saw me with flushed cheeks, messy hair, nipples poking through my thin top.

“Pizza for Mark?” he said again, voice deep and smooth.

I didn’t take the boxes right away. I just stared at him.

“You look like you had a rough day,” he added with a small, friendly smile.

I laughed once, bitter and tired. “You have no idea.”

He shifted the boxes. “I can just leave these and go”

“Wait.” The word came out fast. I stepped closer. “Don’t go yet. I’ll pay you extra for your time. Just stay and keep me company for a bit. Please.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Extra?”

“Whatever you normally make in an hour, I will give you right now.”

He looked at me for a long second, then glanced back at his car parked outside. “You sure?”

I nodded. “Very sure.”

He stepped inside.

I closed the door behind him and locked it. He set the pizza boxes on the coffee table and sat on the couch when I pointed. I sat right beside him… close enough that our thighs touched.

For a minute we just looked at each other.

“So,” I said, trying to sound normal, “what’s your name again?”

“Danny.”

“I’m Lissa.”

He smiled. “Nice to meet you, Lissa. Do you always invite delivery guys in for company?”

“Only the cute ones who look like they could handle a bad day.”

He laughed, low and surprised. “Damn. Straight to the point.”

I grinned. “Life’s too short for games. Tell me something real. How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Girlfriend?”

He shook his head. “Not anymore. She said I work too much.”

I leaned back, letting my tank top ride up a little. “That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?”

“Gym, maybe video games or fixing cars. Normal guy stuff.”

“So tell me your favorite movies, worst date story, what you’ll do with a million dollars.” I asked smiling.

He answered easily, laughing at my teasing questions.

The conversation flowed and he was funny in a quiet, dry way that made me forget Mark for a while.

After ten minutes I felt the heat rising again.

“God, it’s so hot in here,” I said, fanning myself.

I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

My bare breasts spilled free, and my nipples already tight.

Danny’s eyes dropped straight to them. His mouth opened slightly. His breathing changed.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

I smiled. “You like what you see?”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. I do.”

I leaned back on the couch, letting him look. “You can stare. I don’t mind.”

His eyes stayed glued to my boobs. I could see the front of his black trousers starting to tent.

I waited a few more minutes, then stood up.

“Even hotter now,” I said casually.

I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and sat back down completely naked.

Danny’s gaze moved slowly down my body — over my breasts, my stomach, then straight to my smooth, wet pussy.

I spread my legs a little wider.

His cock was fully hard now, straining against his trousers. I could see the thick outline clearly.

I bit my lip and slid one hand between my legs. Two fingers parted my pussy lips. I was soaked. I started rubbing my clit in slow circles, moaning softly.

Danny’s eyes were locked on my hand.

“You’re really doing this,” he said, voice rough.

“I am.” I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly while my thumb worked my clit. “You can watch. Or you can help.”

His hand moved to his belt. He hesitated.

I moaned louder, fingering myself faster. “Danny… your dick looks so big. I need something real tonight.”

That broke him.

He stood up, shoved his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang out, the head already shiny with precum. Much bigger than Mark’s.

He stroked himself once, staring at me.

I pulled my fingers out and sucked them clean, looking straight at him.

“Come here,” I whispered.

Danny moved fast. He dropped to his knees between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and buried his face in my pussy.

His tongue was hungry — long, flat licks from my entrance to my clit, then sucking my clit hard.

I moaned loudly, fingers in his hair.

He ate me like a starving man, tongue fucking me deep, then back to my clit. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling hard.

I came fast — hard and messy, thighs shaking around his head, squirting a little on his tongue.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking through it until I was trembling.

Then he stood up, cock rock-hard and pointing at me.

He pulled me to the edge of the couch, spread my legs wide, and pushed inside me in one deep thrust.

I cried out. He was so thick. So deep. He stretched me perfectly.

Danny fucked me hard and steady, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass. Every thrust hit deep. He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them while he pounded me.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned.

I came again fast and sharp, my pussy pulsing around his thick cock.

He flipped me over suddenly. I was on my hands and knees on the couch. He slammed back in from behind, gripping my hips hard.

This angle was deeper. Rougher. He fucked me like he was angry at someone, hips slapping loudly against my ass.

I came a third time, moaning his name, pushing back against him.

Danny growled and pulled out. He sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. I sank down on his cock, riding him fast and deep. My tits bounced in his face. He sucked my nipples hard while I rode him.

I came a fourth time, grinding down on him, screaming.

He gripped my ass and thrust up hard, filling me with thick, hot spurts of cum. He groaned loud, burying his face between my breasts as he emptied himself inside me.

Danny looked up at me, sweat on his forehead.

“Best delivery ever,” he said with a tired, sexy grin.

I laughed, still full of him, still tingling from four orgasms.

Mark’s pizza was getting cold on the table.

I didn’t care.

For the first time in months, I finally felt satisfied.

And I don’t think I ever want this to stop.