One Night Only

The House

As the door shut behind both of you, Rakim strolled over to a unit on the wall, turning off the security. You looked up at the high roof of his... well mansion. Huge stainless steel lamps hung from the roof, the bulb coverings  reflected the other small lampshades that were spotted around the room.

"Make yourself comfortable, 'Leeyah. Mi casa es su casa, senorita," Rakim flopped onto a black sleek leather sofa and patted his knee playfully. You rolled your eyes as you settled next to him, snuggling in closer as he put his arm round your shoulders.
"Now what does Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye drink around here?" you asked, slowly rubbing his chest. You felt a low, sexy chuckle rumble out of his chest as he moved to sit up a bit more, his hand moving down to grip your waist.
"A'ight ma, give me two secs, I'll grab something from the cellar, 'kay?" As he began to stand up, he pulled you in for a deep kiss, his teeth playfully nipping your lips. As you both pulled away, he broke out smiling.
"I knew you was special right from the jump ma. Ima change your life tonight, believe that, " he whispered into your ear, nipping the top of the lobe gently. He gave your waist another quick squeeze before letting you go and walking away to the cellar.

As you flumped back down on the sofa, you caught sight of the large, ornate clock just above his television. It was 2:48, nearly an hour after you were meant to check in with Kendra; it was a rule you guys had set-up for when you went out, to make sure you both were safe. As you dug through your bag, you could now hear the previously inaudible buzzing of your phone: as you picked it up, you could see 25 missed calls and numerous texts from Kendra: she must have been so worried! You quickly typed out a text, explaining that you were sorry but also that you were not coming home tonight ;) and would see her in the morning. You didn't wait for a reply as you could hear Rakim's footsteps on the hard flooring of his house. The ice cubes clinked softly against the empty frosted wine glasses as he put them down on an über modern looking coffee table; he paused and looked enquiringly at you with a couple bottles in each glinting fist.
"Red or white ma? I've got Jack, Champagne and Rosé as well if you want?"
"Champagne, please."
"Knew you were something different ma," rasped a grinning Rakim as he slowly poured your drink into a glass, before pouring himself out some Jack.

He sat back down on the sofa, so close you could hear him breathing softly and feel the heat from his body. His piercing, dark gaze held  yours as you both drank from your glasses, the only sound being the soft clink of the ice cubes.

"You know, 'Leeyah, you got me feeling some type of way?" Rakim put his glass down on the coffee table in front of both of you and placed his slightly cold hand on your cheek, cradling your jaw. You swallowed nervously, his eyes somehow delving deeper into your soul. He leaned in closer, his musky yet clean scent had a familiar and safe feel to it; even though you'd known each other for only a few hours, you'd trust Rakim with your life.

"You're smart," he paused to brush his lips against yours, "You're pretty," he kissed you again, this time for a second or so longer, "And your fucking figure ma, its drives me crazy."
He holds your face in his hands as he finally deepens the kiss, pulling you into his lap. You straddle him, slipping your hands underneath the lapels of his leather jacket, letting it slide off his shoulders with a soft swoosh sound. Rakim gripped the back of your thighs as he tried to pull you even closer to him, his mouth moving from yours down to your neck , his warm tongue exploring the slight dip in your collarbone. You moaned softly as he dragged lips even further down, the feel of his hot breath against your cooler skin, and the slight scent of the alcohol you had shared earlier driving you absolutely crazy. You could feel him getting hard, right underneath your core, and as you rolled your hips into his, he let out a low groan squeezing your ass hard. He wanted you as much as you wanted him, and that in itself was enough incentive to spend the night.

Slowly, he pulled away, though only far enough for his lips to brush yours while he spoke, his dark, lust filled eyes taking all of you in.
"I wanna take you upstairs ma, you down for that?" A small pang of emotion twanged in your chest; not all guys would have bothered asking if she was down at this point, and the fact that Rakim had made you like him even more.
His aroused, husky voice broke you away from the tangent you'd briefly wandered into.

"So, what do you say, 'Leeyah?"
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a/n: Sorry for the long wait guys but here's another chapter! tell me what y'all think in the comments, and don't be afraid to ask any questions 💕 see y'all later ly 💖