skin and I almost howled from the pleasure of it. My ribs did ache a bit from the effort of coming so hard, but goddamn, it was worth it.
After, he released my cock with a loud slurp and pop, and stood, wiping away the spit and giving me the most beautiful shit-eating grin I’d ever seen. His lips were swollen and red, the sides of his mouth red and raw.
“That was—” I didn’t know how to finish. Incredible? Wonderful? Needed? No word felt like enough. The depths with which this man cared for me were boundless. I tried to not fear sinking into them.
Gordo ran a sinkful of warm water after. He sponged me off, true to his word, with gentle care, giving extra attention to my cock. “There you go,” he said softly, looking at my naked body like I was the statue of David, with reverence in his eyes I wanted to believe I deserved.
Then he looked at his watch and all semblance of moony-eyed pleasure faded. “Oh, shit, we have to hurry!”
I laughed as we went to his room. He dressed me first, putting me in a t-shirt and jeans rather than a business suit. This was his presentation, and I pushed hard not to steal any of his spotlight. He relented, and then let me pick the outfit he should wear. A sage green button-down that made his dark brown hair and eyes pop, and tan trousers that hugged his butt in the perfect way.
“These are too tight for a business meeting,” he grumbled.
“B-but just tight enough for me t-to admire you,” I teased.
After he changed, we rushed to the center. As we made our way inside, I was careful to keep my steps measured and my breathing even. Mike started to go for a hug as soon as he saw me, but Gordo intercepted, saving my ribs. It warmed my heart to see how happy Mike was to see me, though.
When we were seated in the office, Gordo got out his laptop and hooked it up to the projector. His design popped up in full color and I knew we’d made the right decision to not make it too edgy because Mike’s jaw dropped open.
“That’s so…” he stopped, still staring at it. Poor Gordo was trying not to tap his fingers on his leg. I wished I could tell him this was Mike’s happy face, relieving him of his anxiety, but I couldn’t in the middle of the meeting. “That’s so us,” Mike finally managed. “It is sharp and hints at the diversity we invite without being too on-the-nose.”
“Is it too stiff?” Gordo asked, and I detected only a hint of trepidation in his voice. “Because we could loosen some of these hard lines—” he used a mouse to show where the boldest black lines created the foundation for the geometric design he’d created.
“Absolutely not,” Mike said with confidence. “You’ve hit the perfect balance of being eye-catching and simple, memorable, and it doesn’t feel like it’s pandering. This is the kind of logo that people will look at and know who we are for the right reasons. You’ve knocked it out of the park, Gordo, and I can’t wait to share this with some of my friends who’ve been interested in your work. Now show me what you want to do with the website.”
It was as good a promise of netting Gordo more work as Mike could make. I flushed with pride for Gordo. After Mike’s reaction, his shoulders squared and his voice lost any hint of nerves. I watched as he pulled up slides, a newsletter template, and navigated through the mock website design he’d come up with. Mike was so excited, he was practically bouncing in his seat by the end.
When Gordo finally looked at me, I shot him a quick wink and thumbs-up, mouthing “You did it!” His cheeks turned the most lovely shade of pink.
After, I left Gordo and Mike to talk details and walked through the center. The halls, the rooms, they all seemed brighter to me. Built of hope and not just cement blocks. There was the smell of fresh paint and the colors were so much warmer than the previous hospital whites and cheesy yellows. I could hear more voices, children’s excited babble coming from all the rooms I passed.
Already the center was growing, flourishing, and it grounded me. I’d almost lost this place, but I’d helped save it, too. Walking the halls created a sense of fulfillment