Construction Romeo

The loud noise had awoken Layla again. This wasn't the first time the drilling and shouting that had woken her out of her slumber. You see, there was construction happening right outside of Layla's apartment block, next door in fact. Sighing, then rolling around in her giant king-sized bed, she decided to visit the commotion happening outside of her window. Knowing that she would be greeted by the same sympathetic smiles, she drew back her white satin curtains, rubbed her eyes and focused on the one smile she was waiting to see. Drew.

As she pulled back the curtains, his brilliant smile greeted her and a nod that said, 'Good morning darling, sorry about this again'. She returned the non-verbal communication with a mocking sigh and rolling her eyes. Layla was still in her bed attire: silk shorts and a cami. Since Drew had arrived on the site 3 months ago she had to change her pyjama choices. Layla couldn't sleep in her oversized t-shirt and Shrek shorts any longer. She had to grow up at some point, right? Well thank the heavens above that a handsome construction manager appeared one morning and greeted her with a 'sorry' nod. Since then, their routine had been the same-: wake up, stare at each other, then turn back and get dressed for work.

Layla worked in the local hospital as an Urgent care doctor in the emergency department. Safe to say that her job was stressful, so sleep was a necessity. God knows, how much sleep she would be able to collect if construction started 7am, like clockwork. Pushing her hair back, she stood for a while watching the scenes ahead of her. Drew turned away from her as he began delegating work to his team. His muscular arms flexing as he pointed to various points of the building that needed attention. She could never understand the shouting, something regarding the structures that needed sorting out? She thought that's what it pertained to.

His eyes flashing glints of gold flecks as the sun reflected on his eyes. Standing at six feet four, he rivalled the skyscraper apartment. The whirring sounds of the drills penetrated through her reverie, and she realised that she stood by the window a beat too long. Pushing her long auburn hair away from her face, Layla was about to turn away from her 'Construction Romeo', as Layla and her work colleagues would call him; however he turned back to her and held out a finger indicating for her to 'hold on'. This was new, what did he want with her? Layla tentatively nodded her head. Drew then motioned to her that he would be coming up to her building and then mouthed 'door number?'. Shit. He's coming up? Can't be, she hadn't even cleaned her teeth, used the toilet and not to mention; her body was still covered in sleep.

Biting her lip, she mouthed back '73'. Oh no, what was she thinking? Drew nodded, and flashed ten minutes with his digits. She really didn't have long to look presentable. This moment had taken three months in the making, so she was going to put in some effort.. Within moments of Drew telling her that he would be up in 10 minutes, she rushed into the bathroom, showering and changing into her light grey lounge set. Brushing her hair, and tying it into a high ponytail she looked remotely human again. This was her day-off after all, she just wanted to look relaxed. Simple.

The knock on the door startled her, with a quick look in the mirror and a deep breath; Layla walked to greet her 'Construction Romeo'. As she opened the door, her breath hitched in her throat. He was simply mesmerising. The same golden eyes greeted her and she slowly trailed her vision down to take all of him in. A full beard coupled with full lips welcomed her as they drew a long, languid smile. Not to mention the muscular physique which was clothed in a high-vis, tight navy t-shirt and construction boots; created an aura of dominance. His hands seemed occupied with two coffees and a bag of mysterious items.

"You gonna let me in or what? I got apology treats for ya." Drew's low timbre had hints of an Irish accent coupled with the New York twang. He wasn't native to Manhattan, that was for sure.

"Oh yeah, urm, I'm so sorry, please come in." Naughty Layla, who let's strangers into their apartment. Didn't her mother teach her anything?

Layla opened the door wider to let this decadent stranger through the threshold of her domain. If she were to be bit, it was her fault after all. She granted him permission. Although she wouldn't mind if he did indeed bite her and leave her bleeding on her perfect bleached flooring. Mimicking a vampire, he tentatively stepped over the threshold, looking around the flat as to assess his exit points. Too bad for him, the only exit was where had entered from. Nodding in approval, he was in the middle of the apartment surveying the build. No doubt- his handy work.

"You know, I oversaw the plans for the building you live in. Good to see it's still in great condition." Drew looked around.

"Did you? I bought it three months ago and I really like it. Aside from the noise, the location is great. Not to mention all the natural light I get through the windows. If that was you, my seasonal depression owes you a massive thanks." Layla attempted to joke.

"Depression?" Drew questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, aha urm I mean because its winter, it can urm..." Layla trailed off, her soft voice turning into a whisper.

Sensing Layla's discomfort, Drew walked towards her dining table to place the cups of coffee and bag, then began to circle around the windows in the lounge area. This was sure to distract Layla from her embarrassing comment and began following him deeper into the apartment.

"I thought I'd finally break the barrier and enter the Capulet's building,"Drew joked.

"Well, I'm sure the Montague's won't be too pleased with their beloved son breaking and entering." Layla retorted back, her voice rising in excitement.

"Hey hey! No breaking-in happening here, Juliet let me up. In fact, I'm sure she mouthed '73' very clearly to Romeo." Drew sounded predominantly Irish. Maybe he had moved recently?

"I suppose you're right. We had to break the fourth wall at some point. Didn't we? What brought you here?" Layla looked down and again her voice dropped a few decibels as her shy nature contorted over her like an overbearing shadow.

"Actually I came over to finally say sorry. I know we've been waking you up every morning for the last 3 months. The least I can do is say sorry. Now I'm not sure if you're a coffee drinker, but everyone loves a latte and a doughnut," he gestured over to the treats.

"Well, Drew I'm allergic to gluten and hate coffee... I'm only kidding. I love both of them. Thank you and you didn't have to," Layla laughed.

"Wait! How did you---" Drew sputtered as he couldn't understand how she knew his name. Then it dawned on him that his name was plastered all across the new development billboards.

"I also wanted to get the name of the pretty girl that waves at me every morning from her window," he mumbled.

"Oh that would be Mrs. Langley. She lives next door. Number 72." Layla was quick with her response. She should have a little fun with him.

"Very funny, but Mrs. Langley tells me to 'fuck off' every opportunity she sees me. Something about it being too noisy?" Drew laughed.

" Oh I wouldn't know anything about it. It's so peaceful and quiet around here. She must be hearing things." Layla's musical laughter filled the room which made Drew smile in response.

"So yeah, I just wanted to come and introduce myself. Three months of looking up at you and never knowing your name killed me." Drew looked directly into Layla's eyes.

Layla blushed crimson. She didn't know where to look. Taking a step back she found herself against the kitchen counter and relaxed there. This was her sanctuary and Drew had come into her ivory tower and bamboozled her. Layla was a wallflower. She would start work at 9am and come home to an empty apartment at 10pm, like clockwork. Friends were never really part of her life as there was simply no time for them. Her only excitement was seeing Drew every morning and imagining what his strong arms would feel like around her. How safe he would make her feel. In her deep contemplation, she hadn't noticed him move toward her. Towering over her, he put both arms on either side of her waist on the counter.

"Your name?" he placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

"L-layla," stumbling over her own name. The atmosphere becoming tainted with an air of something.

"You feel it too?" Drew's breath was now burning Layla's neck.

"I, I urm... What are you talking about?" Layla stumbled over her words.

"This connection. I felt it through the window every morning. Every morning I wanted to come up here and wipe the sleep from your eyes and take you back to bed where I..." Drew's right hand now moved to Layla's waist.

Gasping, Layla tried to step away from the scorching heat that permeated from his grip. The veins on Drew's arms pulsated as it seemed like he was attempting to regain control of his yearning. She placed her small hands around his forearms. Feeling how tense he was, she began rubbing small circles on his biceps; a technique she had learnt for when she was dealing with her own stresses. Goosebumps enshrined her as she felt the spark pervade her senses. Drew smelled of musk, concrete and his aftershave, that she couldn't quite place; exuded from his pores. It was heady and it clouded all moral judgement Layla possessed in that very moment.

"Say the words Layla and break the barrier between us. I want to feel you," he whispered into her ear.

"O-okay," Layla stammered. She was sure that there would be no regrets in her decision. Pining over his touch was not just instant. It was a climber, it had been winding around her body and flowering in her core for the last 3 months.

Drew didn't need a second to ponder her response. He lifted her onto the marble countertop and kissed her. He started softly, ensuring that he was sure of her decision, caressing her tender lips, she opened to let him in. Taking advantage of her willingness, he rubbed her jaw to let her know he was going to go deeper. They began their dance, tongues intertwined, and Drew nibbled on her bottom lip. Savouring her taste. Oh she did taste sweet- the toothpaste mixed with the latte. Her hands gripped his hair, making him groan into her mouth.

Drew broke the kiss to remove Layla's top. He needed to feel her closer, her delicate skin touching his rough, hardened exterior. It was enough to make him melt, to shatter. Breathing in her scent, he stared at her full breasts, her dark brown nipples erect at the coldness and the arousal. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth he began sucking hungrily. Moans erupted from Layla's mouth as her hands again gripped his hair. Drew took this as further instruction to swap his attention to the other nipple. Biting and sucking until Layla wanted his mouth back on hers.

"You are something else. Gorgeous," he mumbled into her mouth.

"Do you want to go into the bedroom?" Layla queried quietly. Maybe now that he had tasted her, he wouldn't be interested? That was typical Layla- always assuming the worst.

"I want you here first." Drew trailed kisses down her neck. Sucking on the sweet spot which made Layla draw herself tighter to Drew. That was sure to leave a mark.

Removing his high-vis vest and then his navy t-shirt, Layla was shocked to see his physique. A tattoo trailed across his torso, what seemed like a flurry of roses and a dragon? She couldn't help but gasp at the sheer beauty of him. Muscles protruded from every part of him, imitating a timeless sculpture. Carved by the Gods, she thought.

"You're so... so beautiful," Layla was breathless.

Without thinking, her hands began trailing across his abdomen. Feeling the bumps of his six pack intertwined with the roughness of the hair underneath her touch. Both of them stared at each other with desperation.

"Don't push it, gorgeous otherwise I'm not going to leave this apartment all day," Drew commanded.

This particular comment flared the daring side within Layla. She wanted to see if he would actually stay with her for the entire day. She continued to feel his body, trailing her fingers around his chest, then down to his dragon tattoo. Leaving a trail of goosebumps across his body. Daring indeed, she trailed her hand down to his trousers, over his tool belt to feel his erect cock. Layla rubbed softly, as she could feel just how hard and excited Drew was.

There was a humourless laugh that escaped Drew's lips. He knew this woman would be the bane of his existence. Grabbing both of her hands, he lifted them above her head. Going back to kissing her deeply. Tongues began thrashing again, and in the throes of passion Layla hadn't realised that he had used her tank top as a way to tie her hands. Breaking the kiss and looking up to see that she had been tied up. So he was a man of his word.

"Now, now Juliet. This Romeo does not like to be doubted. I need you to be a good girl for me while I taste you," smirked Drew.

Layla was confused by this, he had already tasted her mouth, chest and neck. What else was there left to taste? Oh. Gasping at his bold promise to taste her. She protested slightly because she was in her kitchen and all her neighbours would be able to see her spread wide.

Pushing her down on the countertop, he removed Layla's bottoms and flung them across the room without a care. Layla wanted to tell him to stop, but he instantly began to place butterfly kisses on her stomach, trailing them down lower and lower...

Layla tried to shove him away, when he clamped one hand on her stomach and another on her thigh. She had to lift herself up so that she could stare at Drew's fervent actions. Both of them exchanged a long stare. However each of their stares meant different things: Drew wanted her to lay back down, to enjoy his mouth on her pussy. On the other hand, Layla wanted Drew to take her to the bedroom where there would be more privacy. Drew won.

Drew's kissed lowered until he reached her opening, then he spread her legs wider so that he could really lose himself inside her. He parted her lips and placed a wet kiss on the top of her pussy, making Layla arch her back in surprise ecstasy. She tasted just as he imagined, sweet and pure. Drew began to lick and kiss desperately as if trying to inhale as much nectar as he possibly could. Circling her clit he began sucking and swirling his tongue around her swollen pearl. Layla's moans became screams. Thrashing around the countertop in hopes of a reprieve. There wouldn't be one. Drew was not going to let her off this easily, especially as she teased him earlier.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was close to her orgasm, he inserted his middle finger inside. Thrusting it in and out of her, juices leaving a silk coating on his digit. Layla had never felt pleasure like this, the sucking sensation on her clit, coupled with the feeling of being somewhat full was inebriating. She wished she could be this drunk on desire forever.

"I, I need you inside of me please," Layla moaned. She needed to feel him, to feel his dominating power over her.

How could he resist? Removing himself from his shrine, he would be sure to pray again and frequently. Layla watched him undo the belt, which dropped with a large thunk. The room pulsated with sexual energy that both were consumed within. The belt, then trousers were lost within the confines of her apartment. Both now naked, both now wanting.

Drew swiped his hand through her pussy, which was soaked with her juices and Drew's saliva. Taking the wet, he used it to lube his hard, veiny cock. He wouldn't fit otherwise. Drew's eyes darkening as he stared at Layla staring at his cock being wetted by her juices. Embarrassment should have flooded her, however nothing could replace the feeling of this erotic craving.

"Fuck me. Take a deep breath baby, I'll go in slowly," he instructed.

Layla took in a deep breath as instructed. Feeling him at her entrance, she closed her eyes in anticipation, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and could see Drew staring at her, lovingly.

"Do it Drew. Fuck me!" she encouraged.

Rubbing himself over her clit, he could feel her arousal rally up again. Then, without a second thought he had pushed inside of Layla. Letting out a squeal in surprise, pain and desire, she had almost told him to stop.

"I told you, deep breath," he mumbled.

Layla could feel all 10 inches of him inside of her and his slow thrusts had done nothing to hide the sheer girth of Drew's erect cock. As the first few thrusts had passed, and Drew had acclimated inside of her. Layla also became acquainted with Drew's cock. His thrusts became impassioned, as he watched Layla's ample breasts move with each thrust. He couldn't get enough of her, wanting to go deeper, wanting to go faster. He couldn't do that, not yet. Drew wanted her to feel great, to feel his need. Using his free hand, Drew began to draw circles on her clit, which made Layla scream and arch her back in sheer bliss. His cock penetrated her, filling her up to the hilt as he now pistoned in and out of her.

Drew could feel that Layla was close, close to the mind-numbing orgasm that would engross her entire being. Her soul. His thrusts became long and languid, he wanted this moment between them to last forever. Removing himself from her, just an inch. He spat onto her pussy, letting the spit spread all over her, coating her thoroughly. Pulling out of her, Drew knew that she would protest, but he needed to last longer than he was about to. He began rubbing his cock on her clit fast. Layla's soft 'please' reverberating throughout the kitchen area. He'd give her what she wanted, besides her poor arms must be hurting by now.

"I need you to beg for me, beautiful." Drew grumbled.

And beg she did, in fact the sounds that came out of Layla seemed to be a concoction of 'please' and 'I beg of you'. Enough to make Drew putty in her hands. His cock seemed to swell even further as he was met with her wet, slippery pussy. As he pushed in and out of her, he lifted her from the counter, and carried her so that she was bouncing on his cock. The tied hands now around his neck. Her breasts pressed closely to his chest, sweat intertwining between them. As Drew bobbed her up and down, Layla tilted her head back, moans and screams escaping her beautiful mouth.

"I'm going to cum Drew. Oh my God, I'm going to- I'm so-- Oh My!" Layla screamed into the apartment. With not a care in the world for who might be watching or listening to her being fucked in her kitchen.

Drew lay her back on to the counter top and began fucking her faster and harder. Feeling the spasms from her orgasm resonating around his cock, he too was close to his end. Using both hands to grab her waist, he pushed in and out of her like she was his personal fuck-doll. Layla loved it, being used by this gorgeous man, being desired by him. As those thoughts descended upon her mind, she rubbed her nipples, showing him that she too wanted him to use her. That was the nail in the coffin for Drew. Hot spurts of cum shot inside of her, as he finished with a loud grunt. Breathing heavily over her body, he kept fucking her until he was completely empty.

Both now satiated and panting heavily, sweat and juices conjoining, they looked at each other; neither saying a word. However many words were expressed in that moment. Ones that would move them from the kitchen to Layla's bedroom for the rest of the remaining day. Untying Layla's hands and carrying her to the bed would mean he was going to stay, right?

"You're staying?" Layla asked worried the response would be a 'no'.

"You belong to me now, my gorgeous girl. I'm not going anywhere," Drew concluded.