"Because you do everything perfectly without even trying!" I took a heavy step closer to him as I spoke. "How smart you are, what people think about you—all of it comes naturally to you."
My breaths were heavy and labored from the intensity of my anger. Javier’s eyes were on mine, but I watched as they averted for a split second before finding them again.
"You do everything so easily and I just don’t understand it! Nothing you do is ever too little for anyone, they all eat it the fuck up. You beat me in every single thing possible just by showing up as you. You get everyone's praise just for being effortlessly you.”
Javi’s eyes weren’t on mine anymore. No, they were on my lips. "So, you’re jealous?"
And now my eyes were focused on his soft, plump lips. "Of the guy who is good at everything without even trying? Yeah, maybe I am."
As embarrassing as my outburst was, it felt good to get it out. It was out in the open now and it was comforting. Like maybe I could finally begin to move past these feelings because they weren’t trapped inside of me anymore.
I inhaled and then exhaled, the tension in my chest slowly fading. Javier gave me a moment to collect myself. He was calm. He always managed to stay relatively calm even when fuming. Now it was quiet in the room.
"You wanna know what else iseffortless?" he challenged.
I swallowed. "What?"
"My feelings for you."
My eyes went wide, and I blinked. I wanted to pinch myself to be sure that I was not dreaming, because it sure did feel like one.
My palms were suddenly sweaty, and my heart was pounding as I watched his tongue wipe against his bottom lip. There was a compelling force that was drawing my body toward him, and I needed to act on it. I leaned forward, and when Javier made no effort to move away my lips connected with his.
Twenty-seven
Eli
Ifisted his shirt in my hand and tugged him closer so that his chest was pressed against me as his arm wrapped securely around my back. I moaned as our lips collided in a hungry, yearning kiss. It was as if our lips had a strong force compelling them to each other and it had just been satisfied.
We began to move and suddenly my back was hitting the wall. Javier protected the back of my head by putting a secure hand behind it. My breath hitched when I felt his hand go under the hem of my shirt and roam around my chest, running his fingers over each crevice and brushing across my nipple.
I felt empowered, and that was a feeling I rarely felt. Empowered because of the words my rival had just uttered to me.
‘My feelings for you.’
To have genuine feelings for me was not something my mind could grasp. I had done nothing for him to make him feel that way. If anything, he should’ve hated me for the childish jealousy and anger I put onto him for all of these years. Instead, he just confessed his feelings for me like we were in a rom-com.
Javier tugged at the hem of my shirt, asking for permission to take it off of me. I hummed a growl of approval and in the next second my shirt was being tossed on the ground. Hequickly threw off his own before pulling me close to him again and pressing his lips to my neck. Soft kisses were meticulously placed all over my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access.
He was not kissing me like someone he would throw away. It was firm, dominant, possessive even. I couldn’t imagine him kissing anyone else with the same determination that he was kissing me. Javi’s lips sucked my neck like a vampire sucked blood and it sent a surge through my length.
“Javi,” I whimpered as a chill traveled down my spine.
“What, Eli?” he murmured against my neck. “Tell me what you need, amor.”
My legs trembled at his words. Oh, fuck me.
Both figuratively and literally.
“Touch me, please,” I whispered.
His hands traveled down to my waist, and he began to unzip my pants. Impatient and eager, I adjusted myself to let the shorts slide off of me. My dick was bulging through my underwear, pulsing with longing to be freed from its restraints.
Javi gripped my ass and gave it a tight squeeze before pulling me to him. He began to rub his clothed erection against mine and the friction made my eyes lull to the back of my head.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned as my hips grinded against his. As impeccable as it felt, I was not content. Every ounce of me wanted to feel his skin against mine without the burden of fabric. My dick was practically begging for it.
Javier must have sensed my impatience. His hand reached into my boxers and pulled me out and at the same time he revealed himself. I gulped at the sight of his cock as it stared at me, and I sucked in a shaky breath as I took hold of both of our lengths. I looked at Javi with weary eyes as a wave of apprehension rushed through me.
