I shared with Giuliana was enough. But I wasn’t giving you all of me. The ugly parts of my past, too.”
He sniffed and I saw the tears well up in his eyes. “I’ll work harder, Javi. You’re my partner, after all. You have been for months, but I get what that means now, and I’m going to be that for you, too.”
I held out my hand and he took it. “Okay. I know I have work t-to do, too. B-but I promise not to run when it gets hard. D-deal?”
“Deal.” He scooted close and kissed me, soft and warm. It turned out I was wrong. There was something better than coffee.
27
Javi
“You don’t think it needs to be edgier?” Gordo asked me for the thirtieth time. He was staring at the design for the center. “More youthful?”
I laughed. He had me propped in an armchair, an abundance of pillows to support me. I had a concussion and my ribs were taped, but Gordo had been treating me like I was an invalid since he’d brought me home from the hospital three weeks ago. Not my home, mind you, but his, insisting the whole time that he wanted to be able to keep an eye on me.
I hadn’t protested one bit.
“If you try to make it appeal to the youth, you’re going to b-bore them and lose the adults who fund the center. The kids want to be there. They don’t c-care about things like ‘edgy.’ Most of them just want a place to hang. Just make the red as saturated as you can in the diamond frame, and it’ll b-be perfect.”
Gordo wrinkled his nose, but he nodded and made the change. “I’m just so nervous about this meeting. I want it to be perfect. Will you come with me if you’re feeling up to it?”
I startled, having not anticipated the invitation. “I’d like that.”
“My meeting is in an hour.” He laughed then, eyes twinkling. “Do you need help getting changed? A sponge bath?”
Desire unspooled inside of me, ribbons that reached to every cell. “I wouldn’t s-say no to that.”
Holding my hand, Gordo led me to the bathroom. “Let me help you with your clothes,” he said, fingertips grazing my skin under my shirt hem.
Goosebumps erupted all over me and I shivered. He dragged it up, being sure to let his touch drift over my ribs, as he slowly pulled the t-shirt over my head. Gordo let it fall to the floor, kissing my bare shoulder as he did. He kept his mouth there, lightly dragging his tongue along my neck while his fingers undid the button at my pants.
I groaned, blood rushing to my cock. It sprang free as he pulled my pants down. I had to grip the counter as I stepped out of the pants, feeling woozy with desire.
“Oh, dear,” he murmured, on his knees in front of me. “We can’t let you go to a meeting in this state. What would Mike think?”
Before I could answer, he gripped the base of my cock and sucked the tip into his warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck!” I cried out, the hand not holding the counter moving to grip his hair. Gordo’s mouth moved down, enveloping me, and my cock twitched. He hummed in appreciation, sending the most delicious buzzes of pleasure through me.
Then his lips formed a seal and he sucked, tugging at me so hard, I felt it in my toes. He worked me then, not with delicacy, but with a hunger that left me glassy-eyed, my hips bucking. I pushed him, sliding my cock deep into his throat. He gripped my hips and relaxed his jaw. When he looked up, I almost came from the sight of his mouth wrapped around me, my cock disappeared into his hot, wet depths. His eyes were wide and shining, and he made the smallest movement of acceptance.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I hissed, before I began to fuck his mouth.
Gordo held onto me, letting me rut as I could without hurting my ribs. His tongue was rough against my tender, sensitive flesh. Saliva was leaking from my mouth, wetting my cock, and his eyes were filling with tears as I hit the back of his throat. When I tried to back off, though, he made a raw, primal sound before using my hips to pull me back in, deep, so fucking deep into his throat.
I came hard, sending jets of my cum into his throat. I felt him swallow, the muscles working along the sensitive