Number 16
No. 9 invites me to a burlesque show that I am debating on attending- it’s decided. I arrive early, as usual, and try to resist the social anxiety that plagues me almost always. The crowd grows; No 9 arrives, and invites me to sit with his rather large group of friends near the back of the venue. I meet people and make small talk until the show gets in full swing, when I find a seat next to one of his friends. Between each act, we exchange quick conversation and, it turns out, our mutual attraction grows. An arm around the back of my seat becomes a hand on my thigh, and he eventually asks during a pause what I’m thinking about. I feel bold enough to tell the truth: “…thinking about kissing you, actually…” He smiles and replies, “Well, that would be lovely.” From that point in the evening we pay less and less attention to the show, and our hands and mouths roam more freely, more insistently. By the time the afterparty starts, we are desperate to do more than just touch each other, and he asks if I’d be interested in taking him back to my place. I instantly agree, and we stay a little longer just to check out the party, until the tension becomes too much and we gather our things and say our goodbyes. He tells his girlfriend, who he arrived with, that he’d be leaving with me, and we smile and shake hands before he and I slip out the door. As I drive home, his hands once again find my thighs, and he begins a slow exploration. “Is this too distracting?” he purrs as I try to focus on the road. “Not at all,” comes my reasurrance, and with that he begins to kiss my neck. By the time we shut the front door behind us, I’m all but frantic to feel his body against mine. We strip down slowly, between kisses, bites, and caresses. I’ve never felt this kind of animal lust, and his teeth sinking into my flesh only make me more desperate. Even so, I let him set the pace, enjoying every moment. The sheets and blankets fall to the floor as we writhe and rock, until orgasms peak for us both. We fall asleep entwined for a few hours until he calls an uber to go home to his wife. Before that, though, we exchange phone numbers with promises to stay in touch.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/av6tco/the_list_number_16_mf_true_story_rough_sex_prose
I should have tagged [polyamory], too