Guys My Age ~ Christopher Velez

The Woman Of My Dreams

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"Woah, where are you going all dressed up?"

Zoe stepped into the living room in a tight black dress with multicolor sequined stripes, aqua heels on her feet. The material ended just below her knees and clung to every curve she had, two spaghetti straps digging into her shoulders. It showed off plenty of her cleavage, black hair straightened to silky perfection. A coral lipstick painted her mouth, another gift from Alyson.

"Out," Zabdiel glared at his little sister, popping off of the couch. She rolled her eyes, trying not to pay attention to Christopher's gaze. "I'm going to a club for the night, okay? I'll be just fine." Zoe crossed the room to grab her purse from the counter. The boys had some of their friends over who were shamelessly eyeing her ass. It took everything in Christopher not to bash their heads in. "The girls are coming over in a little bit and I don't feel like being the ninth wheel." She snatched her keys, one hand perched on her hip.

"These guys don't have girlfriends," He pointed at their friends, suddenly realizing what he'd said. Zabdiel and Christopher both glared at one of the guys when they went to speak. "No, she's off-limits." Zoe scoffed, feeling rather like an object at that moment. "I don't want you going by yourself," Erick and Christopher could both sense the pure Latina snark that was about to leave Zoe's mouth, which made the former whisper something to the other.

"I'll go with her," Christopher stood, everyone's gaze falling to him. Zabdiel furrowed his brows in confusion, crossing his arms. "You don't want her to go alone, right? I'll keep an eye on her," They looked over at Zoe, who shrugged helplessly. Her brother nodded once, patting his friend on the upper arm. "Give me five," Christopher rushed upstairs to change, Zoe strutting into the kitchen to get a drink.

No, it hadn't been planned out for Christopher and Zoe to be going anywhere together. She really was going to go out, just originally with Madison before she decided she wanted to hang out with Zabdiel instead. Zoe would be lying if she said it didn't hurt that her friend wasn't really around her without the boy anymore. So she'd just decided to go alone, but of course, Zabdiel was overprotective.

"Ready?"

Zoe turned around to see Christopher in all black, her favorite sight. Well, except for when he wore red. Damn. "Yeah, let's go." She slipped past him, keeping up with their friendly act all the way to the car. Once inside, Zoe slid to the middle seat so she could be closer to him. He still waited until they were down the road to place his hand on her thigh. "Thanks for coming with me. I'm sorry I interrupted boys night," She apologized, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Christopher furrowed his brows, grabbing her by her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Don't ever apologize for that. I would choose to make sure you're safe over the guys every single time," Her chest fluttered with warmth, a tiny smile playing on her lips. He meant exactly what he said, he always did. Yet, he never managed to stop surprising her. "Besides, I can't have my girl looking this good when I'm not around." He grinned cheesily, pecking her on the cheek.

"Yeah, well, you look pretty damn good too." She said bluntly, placing her hand on his thigh. Zoe delighted in the way he squirmed under her touch, watching his Adam's apple bounce up and down. Christopher whipped into the parking lot and climbed out of the car as quickly as possible, helping Zoe down. "Do you think they know we're here?"

He knew she meant the paparazzi, who tried to follow them as much as possible. But usually, it was only when they knew something was going to be happening. "I don't think so," Christopher pulled her over to a dark corner of the dance floor. "But, I'm not sure I would care if they caught me doing this." Zoe gasped when she felt his hands slide down to her backside, squeezing roughly. He captured her lips in an open-mouthed kiss, using his hands to guide her hips to the beat. Not that she needed the help, especially from the way she was grinding against him.

Zoe moaned into the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He was careful not to leave any marks, knowing he'd have holy hell to pay if Zabdiel thought he'd let Zoe hook up with someone. She slid her hand up the front of his shirt to stroke his abs, not caring who on earth was watching them. Christopher whimpered, which had quickly become one of her favorite sounds.

"Bathroom," She managed to choke out, feeling him smile faintly against her skin. Christopher did a quick scan of the room as he pulled them back down a hallway and into the men's bathroom. Zoe reversed their positions so that he was against the door, slyly locking it with one hand while using the other to grip his hair. He didn't let her have control for long before picking her up with ease and sitting her on the sink. "Fucking kiss me already," Zoe growled, instantly getting a response.

Christopher bunched up the fabric of her dress around her hips, Zoe using her legs to bring him closer. She ground against him to try and get any type of friction, biting his bottom lip. He was just about to slip off her underwear when the door opened. Fuck, the lock's broke. A middle-aged man with black hair and a potbelly stood there in shock for a single moment before walking back out.

"Well, it looks like that's ruined." He chuckled humourlessly, confused when she started pushing him back into one of the stalls. "Mamita, what're you doing?" She gave him a look, locking the door behind them. Zoe reached down and pushed up her dress just enough, fingers reaching for his belt. It took Christopher a second to recover from his shock and take back control, lifting her up by her thighs with a smirk. Shaking his head, he stared at her in awe.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just the woman of my dreams."

"Tell me that tomorrow morning, Papi."