Twenty-three
Eli
"S o," I asked as I sat on Javier’s bed. "Did you fail like everyone else apparently did?"
I showed up at my rival's house just like I said I would. I remembered sending each individual text and was embarrassed by them like I knew I would be, but Javier wouldn’t let me back out. He insisted I stand firm on my word. He had no clue those texts were sent on drunk courage.
One of teacher’s had just updated the test grades on our school grading website from a test we had taken a couple of days ago. She sent it along with a message telling us how disappointed she was that our class average was so low.
Javier nodded once. "38%."
My brows raised. "Actually?"
"No," he chuckled at my gullibility as he showed the ‘75%’ on his phone screen.
I rolled my eyes, I should've known better than to believe that. The day he scored that low was the day I would look outside and see pigs soaring through the sky.
He sat beside me as he waited for me to pull up my score. I scrolled to the gradebook on my phone and braced myself for the result. If the perfect Javier scored that low, then mine might be in the trenches.
I frowned at the 70% that was presented on the screen.
If the class average was as awful as our teacher had made it seem and even Javi didn’t score that well, then the fault was with the teacher and not the students. Even knowing this, I was still struggling to be unbothered by it. I bit on the inside of my cheek as I stared at the screen.
Javi was looking over my shoulder. "I bet that’s higher than the class average."
He had no way of knowing that. Even if it was, it wasn’t higher than his score.
“Maybe,” I said quietly.
"That means it’s better than the majority of classmates."
“I know.”
Javier’s hand brushed against my thigh. “Well, if you know then stop that cute pouty-thing you’re doing with your lip.”
I offered him a lazy shrug, though my heart swelled at the word ‘cute.’ I didn't want to dwell on how my grades were starting to slip as we got closer to the end of our senior year. It was eating me up inside that I was struggling to remember information as easily as I used to.
Halfway through my senior year was not the time for things to go wrong. I needed to have the best grades than I ever had before in order to make valedictorian happen. Seeing as I fucked up becoming class president, it was my last resort.
If I kept slacking, then I might as well give up and hand Javi the spot of valedictorian. It was seeming more and more that it was already his, anyway.
"I’m not disappointed.”
Javier leaned into me, resting his body weight shoulder-to-shoulder. Then, he let the side of his head rest against mine. His hand that had been resting close to my thigh was now on my thigh, and he made no move to retract it. My leg felt tingly at his light, warm touch.
A few moments passed before Javi spoke. “You’re so smart, I need you to know that.”
Trying to hide the insecurity I was feeling, I spoke playfully. “You think I’m smart, Mr. President?”
Javi lifted his head off mine and met my eyes. "Mr. President?"
"That's what you are, right? You’ve had the title for the past three years."
He rubbed the back of his neck, a tad flustered. "I guess."
"You guess? That title is yours, Javi." My eyes landed on his soft, plump lips as I spoke. They looked so…kissable.
If you’d ask me months ago if I could willingly admit that my rival had the title I wanted, I would’ve dodged the question. Acknowledging it made me feel less than, and so my pride wouldn’t let the words come out of my mouth.
I was still bitter about not winning the election, but it was probably a blessing in disguise.
The class president was required to plan prom and help organize the final details for the student council trip, among other things that I wasn’t aware of.
I didn't want to do any of that. Or maybe I did want to, but to make myself feel better I convinced myself otherwise. The real reason wasn’t relevant, what mattered right now was that the boy whose lips I wanted to feel on mine was my class president.
There was a sudden fire behind his eyes. “Say it again.”
Not expecting that response, I blinked. “Mr. President?”
“That is so hot,” he said breathlessly, his hand trailing lightly on my thigh.
He was so hot, more than his cocky self knew.
To know that my words made him feel something was unreal.
To see that maybe it was not all in my head and that he seriously did feel some sort of an attraction toward me gave me a surge of pride.
Javi had to want it, the look of hunger he was giving me as he licked his bottom lip said so.
But who could truly want to feel my touch?
When Javier closed the gap between us, I had to hold back a gasp.
I wasted no time falling into the kiss and my mind raced as our lips danced together.
My suddenly sweaty palms pressed against his chest while he kept a hand behind my head and at my waist. I only hoped he couldn’t feel how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.
Life around me slowed and suddenly I was in a whole-ass romance movie.
The kiss was soft, gentle, like I was fragile at the touch.
Like he was afraid of handling me too roughly because he thought I’d break, but still eager for it to happen.
It wasn’t unwanted, no. He kissed me with a dominance that made me let out a soft moan.
When his tongue tried to enter my mouth, I let it. His grip was firm as he held me close to him, it was like he couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between us. No one had ever touched me the way he was now. Like I mattered, like he wanted it. Like he wanted me .
He broke the kiss, and it left my mind spinning. Was that it? Did he regret connecting our lips? It was an experiment, he didn’t enjoy any of it and I was stupid for believing otherwise.
But then his hands slid under my thighs, and he lifted me up to straddle his hips. Now I was looking down at him with my arms wrapped around the back of his neck. As his eyes bore into mine, I felt an intense pressure surge through me.
Javier had a hand on each of my thighs and with each caress his hand went a bit higher. His hand inched closer and closer, his eyes searching for any signs in mine the entire time. When his palm laid on top of my clothed erection, he paused.
“Is this okay?” He wouldn’t move his hand further until I answered.
More than okay. “Yes.”
Javi’s eyes lingered on mine as he slowly began to palm me through my shorts. Holy shit, even feeling his touch through fabric felt incredible. I sucked in a shaky breath and my eyes never left his.
I began to buck my hips forward to match the rhythm of his hand.
Javier’s eyes widened in response, but then he mumbled something in Spanish and started moving his hand faster.
The passionate kissing, the vulnerability, the way he touched me like I was worth something—it was embarrassing how fast the heat and pressure was building inside of me.
That was until I stopped him. When my hand fell on top of his, he stopped the motion immediately.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, worried. “Too much?”
My breathing came out heavy as I struggled for the right words. I licked my bottom lip and shook my head which only left my rival confused.
“ Amor , what is it?”
There was that word again. Amor . Love. I reveled in the way it sounded coming out of his mouth, low and seductive.
“I want to…” I paused, working up to courage to speak my mind. “Let me feel you.”
Javier’s lips curled into an aroused grin. “How?”
“Touch me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Please.”
Javi pressed his lips against mine the moment the words escaped my mouth.
As we kissed, his hands felt around the waistband of my shorts before reaching inside.
When his hand brushed against my erection, my hips bucked again involuntarily.
He let out an amused groan before pulling me completely out, and I felt exposed as he held my dick in his hand.
At first it was slow. I watched as his hand began to caress up and down my length in a delicate manner, and I was starting to have trouble focusing on the kiss. Javi must have noticed this because it was then that his pace quickened.
Each tug sent an intense surge all the way through me. Javi’s large eyes never wavered from mine, and they watched me with such an intensity that made me afraid to look away. The heat and pressure grew inside of me rapidly, itching to pool over the edge at the way his hand around me.
Javier Cortez was jerking me off and I couldn’t fucking believe it. Not our classmates, not his ex, he was choosing me .
“Javi, I…” I bit my lip hard. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Let go, Eli,” he choked out. “Cum into my hand, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
It took one last rough pull for me to let go, my body jerking as it did.
I couldn’t help the half-groan, half-whine noise that escaped me.
His hand was dripping with white substance from me, and it put a smirk on his face.
Afterward, I dropped my head into the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped securely around me. We took a moment to catch our breath.
“Well, shit,” he muttered, the vibrations from his voice making my body shake. “You okay?”
I felt too secure in his embrace to move. “More than okay.”
My limbs felt numb and light like I was in the clouds after the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life.
Javier was not my first hand job. Back when I was trying to figure myself out I had a few encounters with strangers, but it was nowhere near the level of pleasure that I had just endured.
With those strangers, it was just confusing experimentation.
With Javier, it was an intense and passionate reaction from his mere clothed touch.
I sat up when I realized that only one of us had just gotten off. I looked down at Javier’s still hard erection, one that I probably needed to return the favor for.
“I can…” I muttered, my hand reaching for his waistband.
Javier reached for my hand and held it. “You don’t have to.”
“But you did for me.”
“This isn’t an I do it for you, and you have to it back type of thing,” he said gently. “I want you to be comfortable. I want you to want to, not feel obligated to.”
Truth was, it was not that I didn’t want to. I was just shy.
My phone vibrated on the bed and it took both of our attentions. Emerson’s contact flashed on my phone and the feeling of dread washed over me before I even read the message.
“I have to go,” I whispered, removing myself from his lap and grabbing my phone.
I was still grounded, as were the twins. I had Emerson at home giving me updates on Macy’s whereabouts. She said our aunt had arrived home and hadn’t noticed I wasn’t there yet. It was only a matter of time before she hollered my name and I wasn’t there to answer.
“Got what you wanted from me and now you’re leaving?” he asked playfully.
I smirked. “More like I’m grounded. I have to get home before my aunt notices.”
Javi nodded and his eyes shut as his hand found its way back into his pants. “I’ll text you, okay?”
"You mean you’ll DM me," I corrected. "Since you have my Instagram, not my phone number."
The movement in his pants stopped as his chest heaved up and down and stared at me with furrowed brows. “Is that your way of saying you want my number?”
"No.” Duh, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “I was just pointing it out."
"I'll give it to you if you want it," Javi rasped. "Tell me that you want my number."
I wiped my forward, feeling a little flustered. "Why are you making this difficult?"
I watched as hand continued an up-down movement in his pants, he was stroking himself as he spoke. "Tell me that you want it."
My lips pressed together as I inhaled through my nostrils and then exhaled. I fidgeted before him, unsure of what to do next. Could he seriously be getting off to me asking for his phone number?
No, he was getting off to seeing me squirm.
I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks.
I used to hate when he would tease and mess with me.
I thought he did it because he found it funny and he liked seeing me irritated.
I now knew that wasn’t the case, what he liked was to see me stutter like a timid fool.
A side of me that only he could bring out.
My chin dipped downward and my voice was small. "I want your number."
"Huh?" he asked, his voice smug. His hand continued the movement motion in his pants, careful and calculated. Javier wasn’t going to stop until I gave him what he wanted, no matter how much it pained me.
I licked my bottom lip. “Yes, Javier. I want your phone number.”
“Yeah?” he growled. “What else do you want?”
To feel your touch again.
But I couldn’t say that. Instead, I stood with my arms dangling by my sides as I watched Javi let go. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a rough groan and the sight sent a rush of heat through me.
Holy shit.