
The Seduction
By: Shannah
(c) 2001
"It's
really beautiful here," JC Chasez was in awe of the city of Madrid, taking
in its beautiful landscapes and the traditional buildings that filled its
sidewalks.
Genoneva
Hernandez smiled with pride. It was a beautiful city, more than that, a
beautiful country. She had enjoyed spending the entire day with JC, showing him
around the alluring place she grew up in. "That it is," her heavily
accented voice brought his riveting blue eyes on her frame.
"You
must have loved growing up here," he felt the need to say something more,
gulping; he stared at her face, hoping he wasn't being too obvious.
Genoneva
inwardly smiled. She hadn't known that she was going to enjoy spending so much
time with him. He was blast, truly he was. His shyness over his obvious
attraction to her for some strange reason excited her. When they had first met
months ago, during one of his concerts, she had thought he would be a boring
person to be around. He was reserved, quite, and not her type. But to her
amazement he had asked for her phone number. Of course she had later learned
that Joey had goaded him into getting some balls and asking for her digits. But
all the same, she hadn't really been thrilled about his flying up to Spain to
see her. After the concert, they had never seen each other again. Oh they had
had their phone conversations—all of which bored Genoneva to death. But they
had never met in person again after that concert in a nearby city, Barcelona.
From
their phone conversations, and his strange fixation he seemed to have with her
exotic face that night of the concert, she could tell that JC was dying to be
with her. Yet, he held back, and that befuddled Genoneva. All her past
boyfriends had not tried to hold back their desire for her; they hadn't been
shy about it. And because JC was, Genoneva had figured that spending a week
with JC Chasez would be like spending a week with Mr. Rogers.
But
it wasn't. She had loved showing him around, watching his beautiful cerulean
eyes widen with awe at every landscape, monument, and building she would show
him. She had enjoyed the occasional brushing of their bodies. Oh yeah, she
enjoyed that very much. And whenever he would accidentally brush against her,
he would close his eyes to hide his desire, swallow hard and pull back.
And
she was beginning to find that frustrating. They had been friends for over six
months. She knew he liked her, was attracted to her, wanted her. And she also
knew that he considered her to be his soon to be girlfriend. They had spent the
entire week together, with him staying at her parent's mansion during that full
week. With each passing moment, she was finding herself becoming more attracted
to him. She was finding it hard not rip of his clothes and climb on every time
she saw him.
Especially
today. He wore tight blue jeans and a tight form-fitting gray tee shirt. Didn't
he realize just how good he looked? He hadn't even kissed her yet! She felt
herself growing aroused at just the thought of being able to touch him, stroke
him, kiss him.
Tonight.
Tonight however, she would fix that. She had the perfect seduction plan. And if
she knew JC like she did, he would try to be the gentleman, and not touch her,
try and hide his attraction, which strangely made her wet at the thought of
tonight. She began grinning, her mind calculating and imagining how wide his
beautiful eyes would grow when she put into action her plan. She prayed he
would try and be the perfect gentleman for a while, just to make it sweeter.
JC
turned and stared at his Spanish and exotically beautiful companion with a
questioning look on his handsome face. "What are you grinning at?" he
asked slightly amused by the mischievous smile on her full, rose colored lips.
Genoneva
turned and let her hand brush against the front of his jeans, feeling a bulge.
Putting on an innocent smile, she pretended to look embarrass when he took in a
sharp breath. "Nothing," she turned her back to him and pretended to
be caught up in the scenery.
Tonight.
* *
*
"Genoneva!"
JC hissed, swallowing hard as he stared at the back of her long, tanned,
shapely legs, feeling his manhood grow hard with desire. How the hell did she
expect him not to throw her to the ground and tear off her clothes when she
went tramping around in a shimmery, lilac, short dress, that stopped right
below her tight buttocks, and cupped her full, perfectly round breasts
together?
"What?"
She turned around, placing a slim hand on the dirty ground, trying to make her
climb up the rocky terrain and into the dark cave.
"What
is going on?" he questioned, anger and unreleased desire in his normally
smooth voice. "You drag me out of my bed at twelve o'clock at night, and
sneak out, not telling me a thing. Now where are we going?"
"Oh
hush!" she grinned at him. "You can not take a surprise I see, well
we are almost there, just don't loose that back-pack," she nodded to the
light blue pack she had him carry for her.
Grinning,
she trudged further, knowing full well that because of the shortness of her
dress that he was getting a great view of her ass. She had chosen the dress
specifically for tonight, knowing that they would have to make the climb up the
hill. She hoped he liked the red lacey thong she put on just for him. Because
right now it was riding up her ass, and irritating the hell out of her.
Once
they made their climb up the rocky hill and were met with thick brush, she put
into action the next part of her plan. "I should never have chosen these
damn shoes," she took off her matching spiked open-toed hills, rotating
her ankle as though it was hurting her because of their climb—which she didn't
really have to act, making a climb up a hill in nine inch hills wasn’t the
smartest thing to do, but necessary for her plan.
JC
was breathing heavy as she moved around her foot, trying to pop her slender
ankle. Gulping, he stuck his hands in his pockets to keep from grabbing her
shapely, luscious body and tearing off that sexy little thong she wore
underneath. He wanted to be under a cold shower right now, better yet, in her.
Didn't she know the kind of havoc she wreaked on his male body? "What are
we doing now?" He hoped she couldn't hear the pent up desire in his voice,
or sense it radiating from his firm body. "What's this?" He pointed
to green brush.
"It's
called leaves," she smiled coyly, lightly leaning against a hidden
boulder, only inches from his body. She saw him clench his jaw, and was
memorized by his bobbing Adams apple as he swallowed. Turning her back to him,
she pushed aside the brush and stood back, revealing a dark opening into a
cave.
"A
cave? You want me to go into a cave?" he looked at her incredulous as
though she just revealed the doors of hell to him and just asked him to step
inside.
"It's
what's inside the cave Joshua," she cupped a hand on his nape, whispering
into his ear, letting her tongue lightly brush against his ear.
"Now," she pulled back, chuckling inwardly at the burning desire in
his eyes, "I need you too carry me."
JC
was flabbergasted, "You…what…why…how…why…cave…walk…?"
God,
did he realize just how sexy he looked, stuttering, looking like a deer caught
in headlights? Genoneva mused to herself. She lightly brushed a chocolate lock
of hair out of his cerulean eyes, letting her hand slide down his soft face,
"I'm not wearing any shoes, my feet are to delicate for the rocks and
sharp things that occupy the ground. It's not like I'm asking you to commit
murder Joshy," she moved into his arms wrapping her long, slender arms
around his neck.
He
gulped, lifting her supple body into his arms, wishing to God that she had
never got him out of bed. How was he supposed to spend all night with her,
having her in his arms, and not touch her, not make love to her? Carrying her
in his arms, he followed her directions and let his eyes adjust to the dark,
walking in a straight line.
Genoneva
smiled into his neck, moving closer to his warm body, smiling when he gave an
involuntary groan. She felt herself grow wet with desire as his fingers dug
into the silky material of her thin dress. His cologne filled her senses; it
was all she could do not to beg him to come inside her right now. "We're
here," she announced once the cave stopped and they were met with soft
green grass, a small lake in the center, and the black starry sky shining through
the trees and brushes. Jumping out of his arms, she let him inspect her secret
hiding place.
"Wow,"
he breathed out, amazed at the sight before him. "It's so beautiful,"
he stared up the sky, and basked in the feel of the soft, pale, moonlight shining
down through the sparse trees.
"I
know," she agreed, opening the backpack and spreading out a quilt on the
soft ground. She sat down and patted the ground, "Come sit," her
doe-brown eyes twinkled. JC swallowed hard, and walked over to her, claiming his
spot on the quilt. Contemplating her next move, she moved into his arms,
sitting between his legs and settled against his hard chest.
JC's
breathing became labored as he inhaled the sweet scent of shampoo from her
silky hair. He prayed she didn't move to close to him or she would be able to
feel the growing desire between his legs. Was she purposely clueless to the
affect she had on him, or was she just trying to be coy? "Look," she
broke his through thoughts, pointing up at the black sky, "there's the Big
Dipper," she pointed out one of the most famous star constellations. I bet you have a really big one, an
evil grin grew on her face, oh my, yep
there it is, she smothered a laugh as she leaned back in his arms. She sat
in his arms for while, enjoying the feelings of his heavy breathing against her
nape, then she put her next part of the plan into action. Standing up from his
arms, she stretched. "Come on, let's go swimming," she nodded to the
pool of crystal blue water.
"But,
I don't have anything to swim in," his voice came out in a breathless
whisper.
"Really?"
a slow grin grew on her alluring face, "I don't either," she shrugged
carelessly.
"But…then…what?
What are we, you, going to swim
in?" his breath came out labored, growing hard at the thought of her
naked, curvaceous body swimming under the clear water.
Genoneva's
aching arousal was beginning to become unbearable, she ached for him to be
inside her, slamming against her slick walls. "Absolutely nothing,"
her grin was wicked.
JC
felt all oxygen leave his body. His panting increased, as did his growing
arousal. He swallowed hard, "What?"
"Oh
come on, live a little," she smiled wickedly, standing only a few feet
from him. Placing her hands under the skirt of her dress and gave a small seductive
smile as she slowly slid her panties down, and stepped out of them, tossing
them beside him.
JC's
chest was rising and falling as he struggled to get a hold of his desire. His
aching member pressed against his jeans, fighting to release itself from the
binding material. He ached to be inside her, having her convulse against him in
a violent orgasm. Having her full breasts arch into him as he would plunge
deeper into her dripping wet core.
Genoneva
smiled, seeing the state he was in and felt the same burning desire. The heat
of his stare on her body aroused her, she wanted to walk over to him and climb
into his lap and unzip his pants and settle herself over his throbbing cock and
ride him. But she didn't. She wanted to prolong their intimacy. Turning her
back to him she waded into the water and lifted the dress higher and higher
until the water was past her ass and lifted it from her head. Covering her
ample breasts with an arm, she turned her head and grinned back at him, tossing
the garment onto the ground. "Come on! The water's great!" She called
out over her shoulder.
JC
stared in shock and yearning at Genoneva. The arm that covered her breasts
didn't do a good enough job; he could see the soft sides of her full chest. The
tightening in his groin became almost painful. She looked so beautiful, her
long raven hair falling softly against her back, her arms sticking out over her
breasts, her eyes twinkling mischievously under the moonlight. She was naked.
He had dreamed about her current form for so long. He had envisioned how her
sexy Latin body would look, and here she was flaunting herself in front of him
in the most erotic way, acting as if it was nothing. His hard on was painful,
and only Genoneva could fix it for him.
But
it was too soon. She was probably one of the most beautiful creatures that ever
graced the earth. Dozens of men were attracted to her. She doubtlessly had
heard more come-on lines than he had heard from his fans. He didn't want to be
one of those men. He didn't want to drive her away because of his hormones.
"Genoneva," he breathed into a breathless whisper. "I…I don't
think this is such…a…" he was panting with desire. He could picture
pulling her out of the water and laying her on her back and fucking her right
there. He could picture himself sucking on her the hard peaks of her breasts.
The more he pictured the harder he became.
"Oh
come on JC," Genoneva slid under the water, letting it stop to the middle
of her chest, letting him see the slopes of her breasts. "You’re not
chicken are you?"
"No…no…it's
just…" he stood up from the ground, standing at the edge of the water.
"I think that this isn't…such…a good idea."
"Why?"
She asked innocently, swimming over to him and began drawing tiny circles on
the top of his shoes. Looking up at him, she began to unlace them. "Do you
need me to help you undress?"
"No,"
JC was sure that she could see the bulge in his pants. That's all he would
need, her offering to help undress him.
"Then
hurry up and get naked," she almost laughed at the bewildered and lust
filled expression on his face. God if he didn't get his ass in the water and
fuck her soon, she'd jump his bones. She smiled when he took of his shoes and
began to slowly undress. "You're not shy are you?" She teased, when
his hands stilled at his pants.
"No,"
he breathed out.
"Do
you need help?" She offered, nearly groaning in sexual frustration. TAKE
ME NOW! DAMMIT JC, FUCK ME! She wanted to scream, and bit the soft skin of
the inside of her mouth to keep from doing just that. JC sighed, and finally
removed the last of his clothing. Genoneva swam a few feet away, just enough
room so that he could get in. "See that's not so bad, was it?" She
grinned, swimming back to him. She could hear his heavy breathing, which only
egged her own desire on. "You need to get wet JC," she brought the
water from her fingers and weaved them through his thick locks. "Now,
wasn't this a good idea," she moved closer to him. Genoneva was loosing
it, she couldn't wait any longer, if he didn't do something she was going to
burst.
"Genoneva,"
JC felt himself loosing his self control.
"Yes?"
She questioned placing her hands on his shoulders.
"I
think that…"
"You
know JC, we haven't kissed yet?" She licked her lips.
"I…"
"I'll
need to change that," she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed
herself against him, bringing her lips to him. She licked the soft skin of his
full lips, and grinned against his lips when he opened up beneath her, wrapping
his arms around her small waist. JC gave a low growl deep in his throat when
Genoneva's breasts press against his chest, and she inserted her tongue into
his mouth. He moaned against her lips, one hand wrapped around her waist,
crushing her wet body against his, while the other glided up her ribcage. When
his fingers met the soft side of her full breasts, he lightly began massaging
the silky skin. It was softer than he had imagined. It felt like velvet. He
could feel her nipples tightening against him, which only caused him to
continue drawing soft, light, circles on the side of her left breast.
"Oh
god JC," Genoneva groaned in his mouth, enjoying the feel of his hands.
She rocked her hips against his, and felt his hard cock pressing against her
inner thigh. JC groaned when he felt his penis being massaged by her inner
thigh. The arm that had been wrapped around her waist now traveled south, and
his hand found one perfectly tight and rounded butt cheek. He squeezed it
gently, which only caused more moans to come from the naked woman in his arms. He
pressed her against his arousal as he continued to devour her mouth.
As
he began to rock against her teasing her with his member, he tilted her head
back and started leaving a trail of kisses down her throat. "God I want
you Genoneva," he nipped at her throat.
"I
do too, JC," she gasped when his fingers found a nipple and lightly
pinched it. She had never been so turned on in her life. Never had a man made
her this wet.
“No
more games Genoneva,” he panted and covered a breast with his hand, he gently
began massaging the soft mound of skin, kneading it. Genoneva began squirming
in his arms, moaning with pleasure.
“Oh
God,” she took his lips with hers and kissed him deeply, while one hand
traveled down the side of his body and found his hard cock. Her finger lightly
stroked his tip, smiling in the kisses when she felt him shudder. She wrapped
her hand around it, and gently gave it tug.
JC
broke from the kisses and bit his lip to keep from shouting. When her hands
found his balls, and lightly pinched the soft squishy skin, he bit back a cry.
“Okay Genoneva,” he couldn’t take it any longer.
Wrapping
her long legs around his waist, he waded them out of the water, and non too
gently laid her down on the quilt. Spreading her legs with a knee, he stopped and
just stared at her beauty. Her wet hair clung to her body like a second skin.
The moonlight shinned down on her, casting her in an almost angelic glow. Her
nipples were erect and begged for his affections. He didn’t disappoint them.
Bending down he took one hard nipple into his hot, wet mouth and played with
the nub. His hand found the other and rolled the erect nipple between his thumb
and index finger. “JC,” Genoneva cried, her slender fingers weaving themselves
through his wet mane pressing him against the sensitive skin as she arched
against his wonderfully hot mouth. She pressed him harder against her,
withering beneath him. “JC please,” she begged, “I can’t…now…I want you now,”
she cried. JC’s hand found her hot wet center. He rubbed her folds before
sliding in a finger and rubbing her clit.
Genoneva
didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She needed him in her right
now! She wasn’t used to having to beg for her lover. She wasn’t used to be the
one not in control. Somehow, during this little seduction plan,
somewhere while they were in the water, he had taken control of the situation.
She was the one begging for it, not him. She wasn’t sure if she liked that or
not. She grabbed a hold of his arousal and began stroking it. “Now JC, now,” she
begged and vowed that the next time they were to have sex; she would the
one in charge. She would make him beg for it, much like what he was doing to
her now. She pulled his lips back up to hers, and let out a cry when he slid
another finger in her and began working her. “JC please,” she cried.
“Genoneva,”
JC groaned against her lips. “I…don’t have a condom with me…” he could have
kicked his ass. Here was the beautiful, naked woman in his arms, begging for
him to come inside her, and he couldn’t because he didn’t bring a damn condom
with him.
“Check
the back-pack,” she whispered. When he went to pull his hand out of her, she
placed a hand on his wrist and stopped him. “No,” she could feel her release
coming. Her moans became louder as she felt her walls convulse around his
fingers. Her legs went around his hips and pushed him to her as she cried out
his name and kissed his lips. JC pulled his fingers out of her and licked away
the sweet juices. His mind barely registered that she had condom. This somehow
seemed important, but he lost all thought when his eyes landed on her naked
form. He gulped. Grabbing the pack he riffled through the sack until his hand
tightened on a square foil package. He pulled it out and quickly tore the
wrapper away. Genoneva took the condom from him and rolled it out, she found
his awaiting member and slid it on, slowly, when she heard his moan and him
whisper her name.
The
moment her hands left his penis, he slammed inside her, her breath catching in
her throat. “Oh god!” She cried and wrapped her legs around his waist. JC’s
arms tightened around her. He let her adjust to him, before sliding out and
slamming back into her wet core. His arms urged her to arch into him. “Faster,”
she murmured. JC nearly lost it when he felt her soft mounds press into his
chest as he thrust into her. Genoneva arms snaked around his neck and her
fingers dug into his thick mane as he pounded into to her.
“Oh
Genoneva!” she heard his cry. Her arm found his back and tried to pull him back
too her when he pulled back. Her hips rose to meet his as he continued his
thrusts into her. She felt her release coming. She bit her lip when one of his
hands was on her back and traveled south, stopping on her ass and grounded her
hips into his thrusts. His lips found her right breast and began suckle at her
hardened nipples. Her fingernails dug into his back when her hips jerked up to
meet his for the last time before she was sent into an orgasm.
“Oh
god JC!” She cried when she came and her juices spilled on his cock. JC came
after her with a cry of her name and gave one final hard thrust into her.
Both
lay silent, in each other’s arms for a moment as they came back down from their
high of ecstasy. Genoneva felt his hot breath panting against the crook of her
neck and kissed the side of his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, and
the other hand rubbed his back. A protest surfaced to her lips when she felt
the loss of his weight as he pulled out of her and rolled on his back. He
brought her with him and she snuggled into his torso. She pressed her ear to
his chest, smiling when she felt the erratic beat of his pounding heart.
JC
wrapped one arm around her and rested his head on the other as he looked up at
the stars. When his breathing returned to normal, he began thinking with his
top head, his brows furrowed. “Genoneva?” he looked down her drowsy form, a
small grin on his face as he realized what had just happened.
“Hmm?”
She snuggled closer nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck.
“If
I didn’t know any better, I’d say you seduced me tonight?” his azure eyes
twinkled with mischief.
Genoneva
licked her lower lip and the bit it, a guilty smile surfacing. “Um…”
“Well
just so you know Gen, I knew it the entire time, I just was playing along,” he
grinned down at her.
“Oh,
yeah right,” she giggled propping herself up on her elbows, her body laying on
his in vertical position. “Sure you did,” she laughed. “You had no idea.
You should have seen your eyes when I said going skinny-dipping. ‘What are we, you
going to wear?’”
JC
blushed. “Well…”
“Uh-huh…see.
If we had been waiting for you to make a move, I would have died of old age.”
“Nah,
I just wanted to see how long you could last.”
“Not
very,” she grinned before tasting his lips and decided that this time, she was
going to be in charge.
The
end.
ã Shay Copy written 2001