Loud AF [F] [M] [Exhibitionism]

I follow the crowd deeper into the concert venue. My heart pounds along to the beat of the drums playing over the speakers that line the walkways. Band posters line the walls from floor to ceiling while mismatched decals and graffiti litter the few spaces left uncovered. There’s a tangible energy in the air, a frenzy. It smells like marijuana in here. People shout from their booths, hawking band merchandise at exorbitant prices. The cacophony of noise is deafening. You make eye contact with me mid-sale of a t-shirt to an overweight metalhead. I smirk and you grin cheekily in return.

I cross the double doors into the ballroom and take in my surroundings. The bar is immediately to my right. The bar stools are all taken by people in various stages of drunkenness. I spy a group of people walking away from the bar with bottles of water in hand. I eye them greedily and make a mental note to buy one for myself soon. I’m grateful for my backless black dress and gladiator sandals, but its hot in here. Directly in front of me is the stage, the crowd swarms to the front and begins to fill the surrounding dance floor. The mosh pit will likely form there. Behind me is the staircase leading to the second floor balcony. A lone security guard stands next to the tethered rope blocking people from entering.

The show starts with a guitar riff and the sounds of hundreds of screaming fans. The curtains lift and…
FWOOSH! The pyrotechnics surrounding the stage erupt in plumes of flames. I laugh at the collective gasps of the crowd as the band amps up and the vocalist takes to the center of the stage. I look to the bar and see you standing there with a bottled water in your hand. You’ve abandoned your booth to watch the show. We make eye contact again. You point towards the water bottle and then towards me. I nod and start towards you as you lean across the bar to order another bottle.

“Hi, I’m 🎵🎶🎵,” you say as you pass a water bottle to me. The music swells and I miss your name.

“I’m Korra,” I shout. You nod and we clink our water bottles in mock celebration. We each lift the bottles to our lips. I find myself staring at your mouth as your lips part and the water flows. Your lips look so soft.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask.

“What?”

I stand on my tip toes to be closer to your ear. “Do YOU want to DANCE with ME?” We toss the water bottles and I take your hand, leading you to an open space on the dance floor, keeping a safe distance from the mosh pit. Your hand is so warm. A new song starts and the crowd comes alive around us. I jump and cheer. I love this band. I realize I’m still holding your hand and suddenly let go. I quickly turn to face you and you shrug, clearly unfazed. My heart continues to beat in time with the drums and I lose myself in the music. My body betrays me and sways in time. I slide my hands along my body and tilt my head back, face towards the ceiling. I turn my head behind me and take two steps so that I’m directly in front of you. I push my ass back against your jeans briefly, once, twice, three times. Its on the third time that your hand catches my hip and holds me in place against you. I lean into you and feel my bare back against your t-shirt. Our bodies fit so perfectly together and I’m consumed by your warmth. I feel your breath on my neck and your other hand slide under the edge of my dress to cup my ass cheek. You bite my neck and I gasp. I pull away from the pain, but your grip tightens on my hip. I’m not going anywhere without your say so. Your bite subsides to gentle nips across my skin and I groan. You push one hip and pull the other, spinning me to face you. You kiss me and my knees go weak. Your tongue is in my mouth and I push the front of my body into yours. I feel the gentle back and forth of your hips as you harden behind your jeans. I slip a finger from each hand into your belt loops as we kiss. I doubt you can hear me, but I want you to know that I want you.

You break the kiss and gesture to the now unmanned balcony staircase. We race up the stairs and enter the balcony. There’s a few kids huddling close together in a failed attempt to block the view of their blunt. We continue to circle around the ballroom, coming to the last catchment of seating. View of this balcony is skewed by the lighting on the stage directly beneath it. There’s a small alcove behind the seats. You kiss me again and I feel the wetness between my legs. I place my hand over your cock. Even beneath the denim, I can feel how hard you are. I drop to my knees and undo your jeans. I pull your pants and boxer briefs down in a single motion and your cock pops out towards me. My eagerness shows as I take all of you in my mouth. Your legs tense. I take my one hand and wrap my fingers tightly around the base of your cock while the other gently massages your balls. Fuck. You’re so hard. I want you so badly. I suck you at a consistent speed and use my tongue to explore the tip of your cock each time I pull back on you. Your hand gently rests on my head.

I feel your legs begin to shake and pull off. I keep my fingers wrapped tightly around you and continue to stroke you. I know you don’t want to come in my hand or my mouth. I look up and our eyes meet. You gesture upward with your head and I rise to my feet. You push me against the wall and raise the edge of my dress, pulling off my panties. You slide two fingers inside me and my back arches. I gasp at the sudden fullness. You smirk and push your fingers deeper into me. I ache for you as your fingers slide in and out of me. You keep a finger inside me as you play my clit with another one. You pull your fingers out well before I’m close to orgasm. You won’t give me that satisfaction. Not yet. You close your eyes and lick your fingers. You visibly shudder and bring your fingers to my lips. I suck my cream from your fingers and you watch without blinking.

I feel your hands on my waist as you lift me up and against the wall.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg.

You slide yourself into me slowly then all at once. I feel your balls press against my skin as you pull me all the way down on to you. I squirm against you, but you hold me in place. It feels so good. It feels too good. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t wait. You’re so fucking hard. I come almost immediately after penetration.

“YES!” I scream.

You remain in place as my body is overcome by waves of pleasure. You feel my come drip down your cock and you’re taken by smug satisfaction. You steady in to a constant speed. You’re pumping into me and my head spins. You feel the pressure building with every pump. You moan loudly, but the sound is drowned out by the show.

“Is this what you like?”

“Yes, yes, it’s what I like.”

“Do you like it when I fuck you?”

“OH! Yes!”

“Say it,” you demand. I feel so close to coming again. You haven’t slowed your pace and you feel so good. I’m distracted. You pause, nearly out of me, and ask again, “Say. It.”

I can’t stand it. I need you inside me. I need to feel my pussy wrap around your hard, thick cock. “I like it when you fuck me.”

You slam your cock inside me hard and my breath hitches. You pull yourself nearly out again. “Say it again.”

“I like the way you fuck me!”

You slam into me again, this time pulling out again almost immediately before forcing yourself back in. I arch my back. It hurts.

“Please don’t stop! I love the way you feel, fu-u-uck, you’re so, so fucking hard. You fuck me so good.”

You pull out of me quickly and take a few steps out onto the balcony. You set me down and I’m confused. You turn me around, the same way you did before, and press down of my upper back, forcing me to bend over. You enter me from behind and it drives me wild. Your hands hold my hips in place as you fuck me. I feel my tits bouncing underneath my dress as you pummel my wet pussy.

You groan and keep going. Hard and fast. “Sh-i-i-it. You’re so fucking tight. You’re so wet.”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Daddy, please don’t stop!”

You rake your nails across my back and I cry out.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Fuck! Right there! Right there! Hit that spot!”

You slap my ass and again I cry out.

“Do it again!”

WHACK! I feel the crack of your hand against the soft pink skin of my ass. You feel powerful. You’re in control here.

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming,” you shout. You feel the pressure deep in your balls. You need this just as badly as I do. My head tips back as I scream and orgasm. I hear you groan and feel you fill me. It’s so warm. I feel the wet slide down the inside of my thighs. Your hands move from my hips and my ass and gently rub against my sore cheeks. You pull yourself out and I gasp. I turn and you kiss me. The kiss is short, both of us are out or breath. I bite my lip as you pull on your clothes and I smooth down my dress.

I would see this band again.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vkypny/loud_af_f_m_exhibitionism