Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Zoe spun around the rental kitchen with a white apron on, moving a frying pan off of the hot part of the stove. She'd tried out one of Yenny's fajita recipes for dinner, having left the show as soon as she was finished opening. The venue was just down the road from their rental house so by the time she got back she'd had plenty of time to cook all of the boys' dinner. Then Madison decided to tell everyone she'd made reservations for them at a local VIP club, apart from Zoe. Her exact words were "I didn't want to rub our relationship status's in your face."
Madison would've died at Zoe's hands if Zabdiel hadn't have been in her way.
So here she was, in an empty house with several dishes of food that she would be eating by herself. Apparently, Madison had deemed Christopher as important enough to actually make a reservation for. Zoe told him to go and didn't stick around long enough to hear his response. She made herself a plate, piling it to the brim and tucking a bottle of water under her arm to make it easier to carry upstairs. Once in her room, Zoe removed her street clothes and tugged on Christopher's shirt, leaving her bottom half bare apart from a pair of lace panties. Christopher's room had a small balcony overlooking a lake, which was exactly where she decided to eat her dinner.
At the end of her meal, she received a notification from Christopher's Instagram. They always had one another's social media at the top of their notification lists. Clicking on the link, a picture of Christopher on stage had her sucking in a sharp breath. Sweat clung to his skin and hair in a glowing effect that only happened on a few occasions. One, when he was on or just coming off of the stage. Two, when he'd just gotten done at the gym from a vigorous workout. Or three, her personal favorite, during and after sex.
She didn't expect his photo to affect her so much, after all, he was just posting a regular picture to anyone else. But for Zoe, the way his eyes were shut and his lips parted... It brought back flashes of his body towering over hers, chain dangling in her face as he thrust into her at a rhythmic pace. The angelic curves of his face, contrasting beautifully with the devilish moans he let out directly into her ear. His soft, plump lips whispering things in her ear that could make the devil himself blush. From everything he wanted to do to her, to the way she felt around him. Hell, he wasn't even here and he had a terrible effect over her.
But, it was one she enjoyed more than anything.
"See something you like?" Zoe screamed, whirling around to face Christopher with a hand over her chest. He smirked, having stood there watching her stare at his picture for a solid thirty seconds. Christopher had wondered if there was something wrong with the photograph until he saw Zoe subconsciously pressing her thighs together. "Well? I believe Papi asked you a question?" His calloused hands gripped her hips underneath her shirt, pulling her against his body. Zoe arched her body toward him, chewing on her bottom lip as she contemplated her own reply.
Standing on her tippy-toes, Zoe placed her lips directly beside his ear. "That photo... Carajo," She swore, sliding a hand up the front of his shirt to trace his abs. Christopher swallowed thickly, trying to fight the weakening feeling she gave him. "It reminded me of the other night. When I sucked you off in the closet before you went on stage," Zoe purred in his ear, his rings digging into the soft flesh of her back. Her hand snaked into the front of his jeans, having unbuttoned it without his knowledge. "You were such a mess for me," She nipped at his neck, his mouth falling open as she jerked her hand back and forth in smooth but rough motions.
"Dios, Mamita." Christopher groaned, Zoe pushing him back into his room. She tugged off his shirt, leaving a trail of hickey's from his collar down. Zoe reached his v-line, nibbling on his skin so that fresh purple marks erupted. "Stop teasing," He growled, on the verge of busting out of his pants. She tugged his pants and boxers down all at once, flinging them across the room. "Mamita- mierda," Zoe wrapped her lips around him, bouncing her head up and down at a steady pace.
His hips bucked upward against his will, moaning when he hit the back of her throat. Christopher gripped the half ponytail she had, trying to guide her but ultimately failing due to loss of focus from the intense pleasure. He approached quicker than usual, swearing the entire time. Zoe hummed in happiness when he came down her throat, swallowing every drop of him. Using his thumb to wipe away a stray drop, Christopher shoved his finger past her lips. She stood once more, popping his digit out of her mouth with a wicked smirk.
"Chris! Do you know where Zoe is?"
Zoe's eyes grew three sizes, booking it across the room to his closet. Christopher tugged on his boxers at a rapid pace, cracking his bedroom door just enough to see his girlfriend's brother. Zabdiel looked Christopher up and down, smirking over the sight of his hickies. "Sorry, man. Didn't know you had company," If you only knew who it was you wouldn't be smiling. "Anyways, have you seen Zoe- nevermind, she just texted me." He pulled his phone out, looking at the small strip of blue and white text. "Uh, enjoy your time." Zabdiel chuckled as he walked away, Christopher locking the door behind him. He turned around to see Zoe in nothing but her underwear, mouth salivating at the sight.
