A Night With Ninong Rafa

“Another shot!”

I laughed as I raised my glass with my friends, kahit halos hindi ko na maramdaman kung gaano kalakas yung music o kung ilang beses na akong nakasayaw sa parehong spot. The club was packed tonight, flashing lights were everywhere, and the bass was so loud that I could feel it in my chest. Maybe I had one drink too many—or five—but honestly, wala akong pakialam. Tonight was supposed to be fun.

“THEA!” sigaw ni Dani mula sa tabi ko, halos matabunan ng music ang boses niya. “You're already drunk!”

“I am not!” I shouted back, then immediately stumbled against her shoulder.

She stared at me for two seconds before bursting out laughing. “Girl, you literally almost fell!”

“I was dancing.”

“You were standing!”

“Same thing.”

Tumawa kami pareho bago ako muling uminom, enjoying the warmth spreading through my body. Ever since my mom died, everyone had suddenly become obsessed with telling me what I should and shouldn't do. My dad wanted me home earlier. My relatives wanted me to behave. Even my friends occasionally tried to keep me from doing something stupid.

But tonight? I didn't want to think about any of that.

I wanted to dance. I wanted to drink. I wanted to forget.

And apparently, the universe had decided to give me another distraction.

I turned around without looking and bumped straight into someone. My glass nearly slipped from my hand, but before it could fall, a strong hand caught my wrist.

“Careful.”

The voice alone made me look up.

And holy shit.

The man standing in front of me was gorgeous. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, sharp features, and eyes that immediately made me forget what I was supposed to say. He looked completely out of place in the chaos of the club—too composed, too calm, too damn attractive.

“Sorry,” I said, although my eyes were still shamelessly roaming over his face.

His lips curved slightly. “You're fine.”

I should've walked away. Instead, I smiled.

“You're hot.”

His eyebrows lifted, clearly caught off guard by my bluntness. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

I didn't even give myself enough time to reconsider what I was doing. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the music. Maybe I was simply being me.

Whatever the reason, I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him.

For one second, he didn't move. Then his hand settled at my waist as he returned the kiss, and suddenly the entire club seemed to disappear around us.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless and grinning like an idiot.

“Hi,” I whispered.

He stared at me as though he couldn't decide whether I was crazy. “H-hi?”

I glanced toward the VIP area, then back at him. “Come with me.”

His gaze lingered on my face before he gave a quiet, almost amused laugh. “You don't even know me.”

I shrugged, taking his hand anyway. “That's kind of the point.”

He looked at our joined hands, then at me, but he didn't let go.

And with the music pounding behind us and my friends screaming somewhere in the crowd, I pulled him toward the VIP room without giving myself a single second to think about tomorrow.

The VIP door clicked shut behind, muting the bass into a distant, throbbing heartbeat. I barely had time to breathe before the stranger’s hands were on me.

He spun me around, pinning me against the wall with his body. “You always kiss strangers like that?” he murmured against my mouth, voice low and rough.

“Only the hot ones,” I shot back, already tugging at his shirt.

He didn’t waste time. His mouth crashed onto me again—deeper this time, hungrier. Tongues tangled, teeth nipping. I tasted whiskey and something darker on him. His hands slid under my tight dress, palms hot against my bare thighs, then higher, gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks.

I moaned into the kiss and rolled my hips against the thick bulge straining his pants. He growled, low and dangerous, and shoved the dress up to my waist in one rough motion.

“No panties?” he asked, fingers already sliding between my legs.

“Surprise,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider for him.

His fingers found my soaked. He cursed under his breath and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. My head fell back against the wall as he curled them, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit with ruthless pressure.

“Fuck—oh god—”

He didn’t let me finish. He dropped to his knees, yanked one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was filthy—long, wet strokes over my clit, then deep inside me, fucking me with it while his fingers kept working. My hands flew to his hair, gripping hard as my hips bucked against his mouth.

“Don’t stop—please—”

He didn’t. He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue until my thighs started shaking. When I came, it was loud and messy—crying out as my walls clenched around his fingers, juices coating his chin.

He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed, bracing my hands on the wall. He shoved my dress higher, unzipped, and freed his cock—thick, hard, already leaking. He rubbed the head through my wet folds, teasing, then slammed into me in one deep thrust.

I screamed.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard—deep, punishing strokes that made my tits bounce and my breath stutter. One hand gripped my hip, the other fisted my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite the side of my neck.

“You wanted this,” he growled against my ear. “You dragged me in here. Now take it.”

“Yes—fuck—harder—”

He gave me harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Every thrust punched a moan out of mine. He reached around, found my clit again, and rubbed it in tight circles while he pounded me into from behind.

I came a second time almost immediately, walls fluttering around his cock, legs nearly giving out. He held me up and kept going, chasing his own release, hips snapping faster, deeper.

“Gonna fill you up,” he warned, voice strained.

“Do it—please—”

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing hot inside me. I felt every thick spurt, my pussy still twitching around him.

For a few seconds We stayed like that—him pressed against my back, we both breathing hard, his cock still buried deep. Then he slowly pulled out. I felt his cum start to drip down my thighs.

He turned me around, looked at the mess between my legs, and gave a dark little smirk.

“We’re not done.”

Before I could answer, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me to the leather couch in the middle of the VIP room, and laid me down. He pushed my knees apart, stared at my glistening, well-fucked cunt, and sank back into me with one smooth thrust.

My back arched.

This time he went slower—deeper, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips. One hand pinned my wrists above my head. The other squeezed my breast, thumb flicking my nipple.

“Name,” he said, voice rough.

“Thea,” I gasped.

“Thea.” He repeated it like he was tasting it, then leaned down and bit my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

I smiled up at him, eyes glassy, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

“Then stop talking and do it.”

Then he did.

Hindi pa ako maka-recover sa unang orgasmo ko nang muling pumasok siya sa akin—mas malalim, mas mabagal, pero mas mabigat. Parang gusto niyang maramdaman ko bawat pulgada niya.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned against my neck.

Napaungol ako. Kapit na kapit ang mga binti ko sa baywang niya habang pinupuno niya ako nang paulit-ulit. Mainit. Makapal. At ang bawat pagbayo niya ay tumatama sa kaloob-looban ko.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please—”

Hindi na siya nagsalita. Bigla niyang hinila ang magkabilang binti ko pataas, inilagay sa balikat niya, at saka niya ako giniba nang walang habas. Ang tunog ng balat sa balat, ang basa ng pagkakadikit namin, ang mabibigat niyang hininga—lahat ay umuugong sa loob ng VIP room.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Pinilit kong buksan ang mata. Ang mukha niya ay seryoso, pawisan, at puno ng gutom. Parang gusto niya akong kainin ng buong-buo.

“You’re taking me so well,” he muttered, thrusting deeper. “Such a good girl.”

Napaungol ako nang malakas nang bigla niyang pinindot ang clit ko gamit ang hinlalaki niya, tsaka niya ito nilaro ng mabilis.

“I’m—ah—I’m gonna come again—”

“Then come,” he growled. “Come on my cock.”

At hindi ko na napigilan. Sumabog ako. Nanginginig ang buong katawan ko habang pinipisil ko siya nang mahigpit sa loob. Parang gusto kong lunukin siya ng pagkababae ko.

Pero hindi pa siya tapos.

Habang nanginginig pa ako, bigla niya akong binuhat. Umupo siya sa couch at inilagay ako sa kandungan niya, facing him. Without warning, he slammed me down onto his cock again.

“Ride me,” he said, voice rough. “Show me how much you want it.”

At sinunod ko. Umupo ako nang malalim, umikot ang baywang ko, at sinimulan kong sabayan ang bawat pagbayo niya. Ang kamay niya ay mahigpit ang kapit sa puwet ko, ginagabayan ako, pinipilit akong tumama nang mas malalim.

“That’s it… fuck, just like that, baby girl.” he hissed.

Pawis na ang noo ko. Ang dibdib ko ay tumatama sa dibdib niya sa bawat pagbaba. Naramdaman ko na naman ang init sa tiyan ko—malapit na naman akong sumabog. Bigla niyang hinigpitan ang kapit sa bewang ko at saka niya ako ginamit pataas-pababa nang mabilis, na para bang gusto niya akong wasakin ng husto... and this what I want.

“Come with me,” he ordered. “Now.”

At kasabay ng huling malakas niyang pagbayo, sumabog kami nang sabay. Naramdaman ko ang mainit niyang katas na pumupuno sa akin, at ang sarili ko ring orgasm na dumadaloy pababa sa hita ko.

Huminga kami nang malalim, nakapatong ang noo ko sa noo niya, at ramdam naming pareho ang panginginig ng katawan naminm, dahil sa pagod at sarap. Pero kahit pagod na, hindi pa rin niya ako inalis sa kandungan niya. Inikot niya ang daliri sa gilid ng labi ko, then he smirked.

“We’re just getting started, Thea.”