Deliveroo Delivery

Ordering Nando's at midnight seemed like a good idea. What I didn't expect was Kayleigh.

She pulled up on her bike, all lycra and high-vis, and when she pulled off her helmet, my kebab was instantly forgotten. Mixed race, curly hair escaping from a messy bun, cheekbones that could cut glass.

"Jake? Butterfly chicken, two sides, halloumi?" She held up the bag, grinning. "Nice order. Man of taste."

"Cheers." I took the bag, but she didn't move. "Everything alright?"

"You're fit."

Just like that. No games, no buildup. I liked it.

"Thanks. You too."

"I know." She checked her phone. "Next order's not for fifteen minutes. You gonna invite me in or what?"

The Nando's went cold. Worth it.

She was against me before I'd even closed the door, helmet discarded, lips finding mine. She tasted like energy drinks and determination, kissing like she had somewhere to be but wanted this more.

"Been riding around all night, bored out of my skull," she said between kisses. "Then I see your face on the app and think, finally. Something interesting."

"You come in for all your customers?"

"Just the fit ones." She pulled back, unzipped her jacket. Underneath, just a sports bra, toned stomach, small perky tits. "That a problem?"

"Fuck no."

She pushed me toward the sofa, straddled me. Her body was lean, athletic—all muscle and sinew from cycling all day. She ground against me, and even through our clothes, I could feel how warm she was.

"Want you," she said. "Quick and dirty. Got a rating to maintain."

I pulled down the sports bra, took a nipple in my mouth. She gasped, hips moving faster.

"Shit—yeah—more—"

Her lycra came off in one smooth motion. Underneath, nothing. Just bare, wet, and ready.

"No knickers?"

"Chafing," she grinned. "Convenient though."

I freed myself, and she didn't hesitate—just lined up and sank down, both of us groaning at the connection.

"Fuck, you're big."

"You're fucking tight."

She rode me hard and fast, all business, chasing her release with the same efficiency she probably did everything. Her hands on my shoulders, using me for leverage, bouncing with determination.

"Close—shit—already close—"

I grabbed her hips, thrust up to meet her. She threw her head back, those curls flying, and came with a shout that probably reached the neighbors.

"Don't stop—keep going—"

I flipped us, put her on her back on the sofa, and pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, her moans getting louder.

"Gonna—again—fuck—"

She came a second time, and the clenching was too much. I pulled out, came across her stomach while she watched with heavy-lidded eyes.

Her phone buzzed.

"Shit. Next order." She was up in seconds, cleaning off with tissues, pulling her lycra back on like nothing had happened. "That was fun. Five star me on the app."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Order late. I'll make sure I'm the one who picks it up." She winked, grabbed her helmet, and was gone.

I ate cold Nando's with a smile that wouldn't quit.

Still five stars.