Twenty-five
Eli
J avier took us to school after leaving Thinkfast: Valedictous Duo’s and his hand held mine the entire way there. Neither of us were in the mood to finish class for the day, but we were unfortunately given no choice.
Everyone congratulated us on our fifth-place victory, though I didn’t think of it as such. I didn’t speak much on the matter. Everyone could probably see on my face how unhappy I was with how the competition went, but no one said anything.
My mood improved when it was finally time to go home.
I had Javier park a little way down the street just in case Macy came home early.
It was not too far, but far enough to where it would not look like the vehicle belonged to someone inside of our home.
There were no cars in the driveway, so I knew the twins weren’t home either.
Thank God.
Standing in the living room, I stared at Javier. "Uh...what do you wanna do?"
He shrugged. "Whatever you want to do."
"I asked you because I don't know."
Javi rubbed his chin and hummed. "Do you like baking?"
"Sure, but I don’t do it very often so I’m not really good at it."
"Me neither," he admitted. "But that doesn’t matter when you’re doing it with someone else."
“Alright, but I’m not sure what we have in there to make.”
"Well, let's see." He stood up and then made his way to the kitchen as I trailed behind him.
Javi looked through all of the ingredients and foods thoroughly.
He was putting something together in his mind.
"...flour, eggs. Yeah, there's everything in here to make sugar cookies.
There's also enough ingredients to make homemade frosting. "
I was surprised that we even had that many ingredients. "So, you want to bake cookies?"
"Why not?"
We gathered all the ingredients out of the pantry and laid them out on the counter.
I had never baked sugar cookies from scratch before.
Actually, I had never baked anything from scratch.
Ricky and I watched a lot of baking shows together, but everything we had ever made had already been put together into a box so that all we needed to do was add water.
I was excited to try baking the harder way.
Javi said it was not that hard at all, he had done this recipe a couple of times before.
Bringing Javier to my house was risky, but luckily I had come up with a plan.
I had one of the blinds open enough to where I could see outside, but the person outside couldn't see inside at first glance.
I would see her car pull up and be able to rush Javier out through my bedroom window.
If I missed seeing the car pull into the driveway, then I would hear the jingling of her keys trying to open the door.
That would give me less time, but still enough time to sneak him away.
I hadn't expected to be baking cookies, though. Something like watching a movie was a lot easier to turn off and make it look as if I hadn’t been there. Maybe if I saved my aunt some cookies then she would be fine with the fact that I baked some.
"Do you have a mixer?" Javier asked as he searched through the cabinets.
"I have no clue."
He found a bowl and held it up to inspect the size. "Do you know anything?"
"Not really." I pressed the buttons on the oven so that it could begin to preheat.
He continued to search through the cabinets and drawers but ultimately couldn't find an electric mixer. He had one hand on his hip while the other scratched his head. "Okay, that’s fine. We'll just have to mix it the old-fashioned way."
He measured out the dry ingredients and dumped them into one of the two bowls. Javi then reached for the other bowl and put it in front of the both of us.
"You can crack two eggs," Javi said as he grabbed the vanilla extract.
I took one egg out of the carton and held it in my hand.
I hit it against the rim of the bowl and tried to crack it at the perfect angle, but I didn’t hit it hard enough because it didn’t split.
I took my fingers and tried to pry it open.
It didn’t work well, now my hand was covered in egg and there were shells inside the bowl.
Javi found it very amusing while I laughed sheepishly. "I rarely crack eggs."
"Try again. Hit it on the counter first and it should be easier."
So, I grabbed another egg out of the carton and did it again, making sure to hit it on the counter instead of the rim of the bowl. I also hit with more force. I wasn't a total lost cause because the egg did cooperate with me the second time.
"Good job, baby," Javi complimented me softly.
And now I'm blushing.
Javier dumped a bit of the vanilla extract into the bowl with the eggs.
He didn't measure it, he insisted that guesstimating how much was needed was the better approach.
He dumped the butter into the bowl and then finally added the sugar.
Next, he pulled out a spoon I hadn't even seen him grab and handed it to me.
I took the spoon from him and began mixing the ingredients together. It was then that I wished we had a mixer because hand mixing was a workout. Javi found a sheet pan and set it on the counter while beginning to start on the frosting as I worked on the cookie batter.
I kept taking breaks because the constant stirring was hurting my arm.
It did not help that I had no idea how much I needed to stir it, I was just swirling the spoon around the bowl.
I thought I was doing a decent job at it, but when I felt his body unexpectedly press against mine from behind, I froze.
His arms slithered down the sides of my own until his right hand was gripping mine holding the spoon.
I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck as he grumbled in my ear. "I'll help you."
He held my hand firm as he guided it in a circular motion and rested his chin in the crook of my neck. I felt his breath on me as we slowly stirred the batter.
Javier’s free hand trailed down to my waist and then back up again. It sent a shiver down my spine, and he did this multiple times as his body weight leaned against mine. Slowly, my hand stopped moving in circles. I was too worked up to continue focusing on the baking.
I let go of the spoon, put my hand to his cheek, and smashed his lips against mine.
Javier moaned softly in response as his hands moved down to squeeze my ass.
An empty bowl got knocked off the counter in the process and the sound of it clashing against the ground rang through the house.
Neither of us made any attempt to pick it up, we were too engrossed with each other to worry about it.
Javi nibbled on my bottom lip, and it earned a faint yelp from me.
I let my hands roam all over his chest, feeling every firm ab and crevice on him.
The hungry inside of us was intense, loud, and bold.
I was practically climbing on top of him, wanting nothing more than to feel as close to him as I possibly could.
Breaking from the kiss, my eyes fell downward. The imprint of his dick was thick through his jeans, just begging to come out. I met his eyes with parted lips as my hand found the waistband of his pants.
“Only if you want to,” he whispered as his gaze locked in with mine.
With a sharp inhale, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I got onto my knees as I watched them fall to his ankles. My hand shook as I pulled him out from his underwear, my motions careful and timid. Fuck, I was nervous and it was showing.
I licked my lips as his length stuck out before me. I tilted my head upward to meet his eyes again and he was already staring down at me with a smirk, though there was a hint of caution in his expression as well.
My own lips curled into a smirk as I put my hand around his length and stroked it. His hips bucked slightly at the touch, already enjoying the feeling.
“You look so good like that, Eli,” he grunted. “If it gets too much, say something.”
I brought my mouth to the tip and swirled my tongue on it. I had never done this before, so I was doing the things I had seen in porn and hoping for the best result. It seemed to be working because that one motion made Javi’s eyes squeeze shut and a grunt escaped him.
I started with only the tip. I was afraid to take too much of him because I wasn’t sure how much I could handle. Javier was not small at all and the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself. I’d never let myself live it down if I did.
My throat was oddly dry and my heartbeat was loud in my ear, the anxiety of giving my rival head for the first time getting to me.
I wanted to be the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life.
I wanted it to be better than Diane . The pressure was getting to me, but I had to show him just how good I could make him feel.
I felt Javier’s hand dig into my hair and grip it so tightly that he was tugging at my scalp. My bobbed in short, rugged motions, and I was starting to get used to the feeling. With each movement his cock went deeper into my mouth, and now he was matching my rhythm with the movement of his lips.
“Yes, baby,” he praised. “You feel so fucking good.”
He continued guiding me back and forth and I was beginning to see stars. I moved my tongue in a circular motion as I tried to hold out, but when once sharp thrust went a little too far down my throat, my body jerked.
I sputtered as heat rose through me and I wanted to retreat from my position. Maybe it was stupid of me, but I didn't. I couldn’t. I felt Javier try to pull back, but I gripped his hips and kept him in place. I was not about to give up, no fucking way.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he strained, his hand still fisting my hair.