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 ofus 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 thanDiane. 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.
I ignored his worried comment and kept a steady motion while my tongue danced around his length. Javier tried to slow the pace and keep himself contained by moving his hips slower and loosening his grip. He was a tad gentler, but he still kept a steady rhythm. My jaw ached, but I was too far in to quit now.
Soon, his body began to tense and his grip on my hair tightened. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled meoff him as he let out a guttural cry. His body shook as he came, and part of me was grateful I didn’t have to force it down my throat.
He let out a hard grunt as he leaned his weight on my shoulder for support.
“You okay?” he asked, panting.
“More than okay.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you thought I couldn’t do it.”
Javi watched me with a prideful smirk. “You did so well, baby. I knew your mouth was good for more than just backtalk.”
My stomach did a somersault at his words—he was proud of me. I averted my gaze from his to try and hide the smile on my face.
Javi’s hand traveled down my waist. “My turn.”
Before I could respond, the sound of clashing sounded in the room. Our eyes widened as they traveled down the hall to stare toward my bedroom door. The twins were in the house and had been the whole time.
I muttered a slew of curses as Javier pulled up his pants and I began to get rid of every bit of post-climatic evidence. I frantically wiped my mouth off with a towel and Javier picked up the knocked over bowl and spoons. The place had looked like a tornado tore through and we hadn’t even put the batter in the oven yet.
"Gabriela's brother?" Emerson questioned, her and Easton standing before me.
I analyzed their expressions to see if I could find any disgust or discomfort in them. Any indications that they had heard what Javier and I had just done. I let out a breath I didn’t know when I was holding when I saw none of that on their faces.
"You have seen him before, Emerson," Easton deadpanned. "The better question is what is he doing here?"
