Demolition Man

Finding him alone on the third floor, I had more than the renovation on my mind. The potential sweaty scent and taste of him drove away my inhibitions of being caught.

Newly single, I’m in a funk. My husband of seven years has broken my heart and left me to pick up the pieces. Thanks to one of my coworkers being out of commission, I find myself in a new building that the company I work for is renovating.

That’s when I spot him. The lone demolition guy finishing up before the renovation crew can come in.

He’s sweaty and dirty. And he picks up on the way I’m looking at him, desperate to devour him. Once the building manager is out of the way, I get my first sniff and taste of his junk. He’s sublime. His salty perspiration and fragrant musk coat my cheeks, lips, and tongue. I want more, and part of me wants to get caught.

And just like that, I’m back in my groove, ready to inhale and taste my way through my fill of sweaty and sultry men.

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I couldn't believe he had walked out on me without looking back. Broke off a nine-year relationship. Just like that. Like I meant nothing. Without more than an, I don't love you anymore.

What the hell did that mean? When had he stopped loving me? Yesterday. Last week. Last month. Almost a year ago … when? Had I done something? Had I not done something?

He'd given me nothing. Only that we could discuss it another time. He'd collected a suitcase full of clothes and told me he'd be back for everything else in a week. When I wasn't home.

I cuddled our cat, Fluffy, against my chest. My cat, Fluffy. Darrell better not have any ideas about taking the cat. I'd had him long before I met my husband.

"Now, I'm going to have to go through a divorce," I mumbled against Fluffy's head.

Fluffy didn't care. Didn't even meow his condolences at me. I knew he'd prefer to go with his other parent. From day one, he'd taken to Darrell. Grew to like him best.

"Sorry, dude, you're stuck with me." Fluffy squirmed in my arms, so I set him down. "Fine … be like that." I dusted the long white strands of fur off my dark slacks.

Couldn't believe an entire week had gone by. I had Darrell's things packed in boxes and waiting by the door. He'd texted me to tell me to gather what I thought was his.

Picking through the clothes we sometimes shared, décor, mementos, and pictures tore at me as if I were shredding something sacred. We'd been married for seven of those years.

Summoned back to the here and now, my phone buzzed. It was the office. My heart was broken, but life was going to go on, regardless. I hadn't told anyone. Put on a brave face.

"Peter," Valerie said, bluntly, sounding annoyed.

Damned, I'd opened the call but not said anything. "Yeah, sorry … I'm here. What's up?"

"Robert wants you to check out the progress of the Hamilton property tomorrow."

"Why me? That's Neal's territory."

"You didn't hear? Neal was in a car accident. He's out of commission for six weeks."

How the hell had I missed that? I didn't like the guy, but he was good for the company. My mind had been elsewhere. I hoped I hadn't missed anything else important.

"Sure … right … forgot."

"Honestly, Peter. Not sure what's gotten into you lately."

"I'll tell you over coffee the next time I'm in."

"You'd better. So … the demolition crew is mostly finished. There might only be a couple of guys there. The entire block needs to be ready for renovations to start next Thursday."

"I'll stop there on the way into the office tomorrow morning."

"Perfect. Check in with Robert when you get here. He's chomping at the bit."

"It'll be fine. I'm sure Neal had it under control."

"Here's hoping. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Val."

I had my own projects on the go. Our company bought defunct properties and either sold them or renovated them into high-end apartments. I'd been working for them as a project manager for almost fifteen years. I had an architectural degree and construction experience from my youth.

Right now, though, I needed to get out of my suit and relax. In my comfiest sweats and t-shirt, I poured myself a finger of whiskey and climbed into my recliner.

After hours of watching my favorite emergency room shows, I fell asleep. I hadn't slept in the bed since Darrell left me. Too many memories of our time together there.

Sleeping, cuddled up against him, and in the throes of incredible sex. I must have dreamt about the sex because I woke up the next morning with a raging boner that I dealt with in the shower.

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I hadn't been to the Hamilton property before. It had been created by preserving the centuries-old façade while completely gutting the interior. They'd be ultra-modern apartments.

I grabbed my hard hat from the back seat along with my tablet. I looked up the project details and skimmed through Neal's notes. The building had originally been a clothing manufacturer circa 1824. It was three stories high and mainly contained open spaces.

There were only two pickups parked outside. Val had been right. There weren't many workers here. I found the construction manager's cell number and called him. He told me he was on the second floor, the far west corner. He was talking to a worker as I approached.

My, oh my.

The worker was delicious. He wore a tight white shirt and glistened with sweat in the summer heat. Dark hair and a chiseled jaw. My attention didn't stray from him as he finished his conversation. Especially fixated on his ass. Bubble perfection. I watched him walk away.

"You here to do the final inspection?" the construction manager asked me.

I snapped my focus from the drool-worthy worker to the manager.

"Yeah, I'm filling in for Neal."

"That gave me quite the scare."

My eyebrows dipped. "What did?"

"His accident."

"Oh, right … yes. It was terrible." I needed to get the scoop from Val as to the details of Neal's accident. I felt like a heel not knowing. "He'll be back in six weeks, though."

The guy nodded. "Meanwhile, where do you want to start?"

"Let's start on the ground floor. Work our way up."

It didn't take much time to tour the demolition that had been completed. As expected, Neal had been on top of what was happening in the building. It felt redundant to check what he'd already signed off on. But my boss, Robert, wanted a full report. He'd be getting one.

When we reached the third floor, the space opened up. They had kept the bolts of cloth up here. Subsequent owners had divided the area into offices. The walls had all been torn down.

At the far end, the sexy workman was finishing up, exposing the studs and brick.

"Do you need anything else from me?" the manager asked me.

"No. I'm going to finish up my notes here. Beats being in my hot car."

After a quick handshake and pleasantries, the manager left me alone with the young man who had caught my attention. He had to be at least fifteen years younger than me.

I wandered to within earshot of him. "Do you think you'll be finished today?"

He rested the metal end of his sledgehammer on the ground, turned to face me, and used the back of his arm to clear the sweat from his forehead. "That's what I'm hoping."

"Last man standing." I couldn't stop myself from perusing his body. He was manly perfection. So appealing, swinging that sledgehammer. I wanted to lick him all over.

The guy tipped his head slightly. "Something like that." He looked at the floor and then looked up at me, a gleam in his eyes. "You taking over for Neal? I heard about his accident."

Of course, he had. It seemed I was the only clueless asshole.

"Just doing the final inspection." I walked closer to where he'd been working as if I were inspecting what he was doing. That's not why I was there on this side of the building.

It seemed all my staring had not gone unnoticed.

"We're all alone up here," he said.

I spun to face him. "Yes, we certainly are."

"Was that on purpose?"

"Yes. I was hoping to corner you."

"Consider me cornered."

"You can let go of that," I pointed at the sledgehammer. He released the handle, and it hit the floor with a thud. I licked my lips. "Lift your shirt for me."

With one hand, he grasped the bottom of his shirt and exposed his gloriously ripped abs.

Damn.

I ambled closer and squatted in front of him. Gripping his hips, I angled my head and dragged my tongue across the slick, salty, pungent flesh.

He tasted exquisite.

I kissed his belly button and then rose to my feet. "Lift your arms."

He was so obedient, my cock surged past any inhibitions. We were completely exposed to anyone who might step into this area of the building. The danger drove my lust higher.

I held his arms at his elbows, kept his arms high, pressed my nose to his underarm, and inhaled the scent of his sweat-stained shirt. I dragged my tongue across the damp material.

Fucking glorious.

Scent was a huge turn-on for me. The more fragrant the better. I loved the scent of pure man. I'd often gotten myself off, my face buried deep in Darrell's pubes as I stroked my cock.

This guy, though … a manual laborer. This was heaven.

I released his arms after getting my fill of both his pits. My next target was lower down. He jerked with the force of my undoing his buckle. I jammed my hands into the underwear at his hips and slid them and his dirty pants down to his feet. His hard, luscious dick sprang free.