Special Delivery | Part 2 (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I had no idea how I’d gotten myself into this. One second, my plan was simple: get the package back and leave, pretend this whole fiasco never happened. The next second, I was standing in Nate’s room, frozen, my chest tight, palms sweating, heart hammering in my chest like it was trying to escape.

He leaned casually against his desk, the dildo still in his hand, smirking like the whole scenario was the funniest thing he’d seen all week. His question hung in the air, low and teasing:

“So what’s it gonna be?” His gaze locked onto me, sharp and calculating. “The real deal, or this cheap package back?”

I opened my mouth. I wanted to stammer out something coherent, something that didn’t make me sound like a complete idiot, but my brain short-circuited. “I… uh…”

He chuckled, the sound warm and dangerous. Without waiting for me to answer, he walked over to his bed, muscles moving smoothly under the hoodie he hadn’t even bothered to take off. He sat down at the edge with his legs spread, casual, teasing.

“You can take your package back,” he said, “or…” His fingers flexed over the fabric of his sweatpants, brushing along the outline of his bulge. The sight alone made my stomach flip. “…you can experience the very real thing. Right here. Right now. Right under these sweats.”

The words hit me like a punch. My pulse spiked, heat rushing through me from chest to cheeks. I tried to focus, tried to tell myself I could just snatch the package and go. But every inch of me was tuned in to him, the way he moved, the teasing curl of his lips, the subtle flex of his thighs under the fabric.I swallowed hard, my fingers clenching at my sides. “I… I don’t know if—”

“Shh,” he said, leaning back on his hands, making the bed dip slightly under his weight. “You’ll figure it out. Don’t worry. No rush. Just… decide if you want to be brave enough to take a real dick or go back to some toy."I felt like I might collapse. The room felt smaller, hotter, charged, every sound magnified....my own ragged breathing, the hum of the lamp, Nate’s chuckle as he watched me squirm. My legs trembled slightly under me, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way he shifted, subtle movements teasing me further.

“I..I want to try...,” I said, though my voice shook. Even saying it out loud made me aware of how desperate I was, how aware I was of his presence, the press of his thighs, the bare hint of what was beneath the sweatpants.

My feet carried me forward until I was standing close to him.

“Good choice,” Nate murmured, leaning back on his hands like he had all the time in the world. “Touch me.”

I reached out, palm pressing against the heat straining under the fabric. He was hard, bigger than I’d imagined, throbbing against my hand. Nate groaned low, rolling his hips just enough to make me gasp.

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “That’s it. Feels different than plastic, huh?”

I swallowed and squeezed a little harder. His smirk widened. In one smooth motion, he tugged the sweats down, freeing himself. My eyes went wide; thick, heavy, hard, already glistening at the tip.

“Go ahead,” he teased. “Get a better look.”

I sank down onto my knees between his spread legs, the carpet rough under me as I settled in. Nate leaned back a little, giving me space, his eyes never leaving mine. His mouth curved into a sly grin.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low, taunting. “Get comfortable.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and he let out a sharp breath, hips jerking slightly at my touch. I stroked him once, twice, marveling at the weight in my hand, feeling the heat pulse against my palm. His gaze stayed locked on me, dark and steady, like he was testing how far I’d go.

But then his hand gripped my wrist, stopping me. “That’s cute, Jamie,” he said, leaning in close, “but I think you need more than just your hand to experience a real dick.”“What do you mean?” I asked, though my voice came out thin, like I already knew the answer.

Nate’s smirk deepened, his thumb brushing lightly over the inside of my wrist where he still held me. “You know exactly what I mean, Jamie. If you want to know the real difference… if you want to actually experience a dick…” He leaned in, lowering his voice until it wrapped around me. “…then you’ve gotta take it in your mouth.”

My breath stuttered, chest tight, heart pounding like it might burst. I glanced down, then quickly back up at him, heat flooding my face. “I—I’ve never…”

“That’s the point,” he cut in, his grin smug but his tone softer. “You said you wanted to try. Here’s your shot.” His free hand brushed through my hair, the touch light but sparking goosebumps across my skin. “Unless you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” I muttered, though my trembling hands betrayed me.

His eyebrow arched, playful. “Good. Then show me.”

My throat was dry as I leaned forward, the weight of his cock heavy in my hand. I brought my lips close, pausing just shy of touching, his heat radiating against me. He groaned low, encouraging, hips rolling slightly.

“Don’t think too hard,” he murmured. “Just open up and let it happen.”

I parted my lips, tentative, and let the tip press against my tongue. The salty taste hit immediately, strange but not unpleasant. Nate’s hand tightened in my hair, just holding, steady.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I closed my lips around him and took him in a little further. My jaw stretched, unfamiliar, but the weight, the heat, the sheer realness of it compared to the cold toy, it made my head spin.

Nate groaned again, deeper this time. His hips twitched, restrained, like he wanted to thrust but was holding back for me. “Feels different, huh?” he asked, voice rough.

I hummed around him, and the vibration made him suck in a sharp breath. I tried to relax, moving my tongue tentatively, dragging it along his dick as I pushed myself a little further down. My gag reflex threatened, but his hand in my hair steadied me, grounding me.

“Easy,” he said softly, surprising me with patience. “No rush. Just take what you can.”

I pulled back, gasping, saliva stringing between my lips and the wet head of his cock. My face burned, but my hand kept stroking him as I caught my breath. Nate smirked down at me, his chest rising and falling faster.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “You look fucking hot like this.”

The praise made my stomach flip, and before I knew it, I leaned in again, lips wrapping tighter around him, eager to take more. This time I pushed deeper, hollowing my cheeks, letting the salty taste flood my mouth.

Nate groaned, head tipping back, his grip tightening in my hair. “Yeah… fuck… that’s what I’m talking about.”

Each sound from him sent a jolt straight through me, making me want to try harder, to see how much more I could handle. My hand worked the base while my mouth slid up and down, wet and messy, my throat working as I swallowed around him.

Nate groaned, his hips shifting, eyes locked down on me. His hand tightened in my hair, not to push but to keep me right there, like he didn’t want to lose the sight of me on my knees. “Fuck, Jamie,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “You look too good like this.”

I pulled back, breath ragged, spit clinging to my lips. His cock glistened in my hand as I stroked him, trying to catch my breath. That’s when his grin curved sharper, something darker flickering in his eyes.

“You ready?” he asked suddenly.

I blinked, heat rushing to my face. “R-ready… for what?”

His smirk widened. “What were you gonna use that dildo for, huh?” He nodded toward the desk, where my package still sat half-open.

I froze, words caught in my throat. My hand still worked over him, wet and steady, but my face burned. “I… I was going to try…” I hesitated, voice dropping. “To play with my ass.”

Nate chuckled, deep and knowing, the sound vibrating in my chest. “Silly,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across my swollen lower lip. “Then that’s what we’re gonna do. But not with some cheap piece of toy.” His hips shifted forward, the heavy length of him pressing insistently against my palm. His eyes burned into mine. “We'll play with your ass ......with a real dick.”

My stomach flipped, nerves and heat tangling into something that made me tremble. “Wait—you mean…”

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, voice a dark whisper that made my whole body ache. “You wanted the real deal, Jamie. Now you’re gonna get it.”

I swallowed hard, every part of me buzzing. My pulse thundered in my ears as the weight of what he was saying hit me, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy in the air.

Nate pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his smirk sharp, dangerous, irresistible.

“Get on the bed.”

Special Delivery | Part 3 (Finale)