Something Loud

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Loud is not a representation of how I normally live, but good god I’m craving something loud tonight.

Submitted: January 25, 2019

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It's impossible for me to feel without the need to understand the why behind each beat of my heart, especially when my feelings can't be explained or rationalized. Like I want to understand why I'm so infatuated with you, what about you evokes such a deep and emotional response from me? I carry this thing I refuse to name out loud, in the back of my mind every moment of every day, but it becomes the heaviest when I'm alone, almost an unbearable aching. It moves further and further down my being, something that feels so alive in me, that I swear it breathes and could be carved out of my body. I need you so badly, and I don't know how I manage to touch myself without catching on fire, my skin burning, imagining the heat from your fingertips. Tonight I don't want to think or attempt to understand, I just want to get high off of intoxicating feelings; the music, the electric energy, the whisky stinging my throat and getting to my head. All while the band is playing; lyrics about strong drinks, holy water, baptized fire, and something loud - none of which normally resonate, but the lead singer's voice moves through me, the music and lyrics flowing throughout my body, that I become dizzy and have to steady myself at the bar. Loud is not a representation of how I normally live, but good god I want to tonight, images of every inch of me taken in his rough hands and eaten alive by his mouth, flash through my mind.

I blink a few times, attempting to snap out of my reverie, and I notice they’ve stopped playing. I watch Isaac place his guitar down, and when he looks up from across the crowd, our eyes lock. Without hesitation, he makes his way to over to me.

“Buy you a drink?”  He smiles that goofy smile I love so much. Before I can respond, he’s already ordering us both whisky tonics. 

“Hey… how did you…?” He hands me the glass and downs his own. “I was watching you. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Hell, even the crowd can’t drown out your thoughts. I heard you.” He smirks knowingly and leans over and whispers in my ear “So… …you going to share your fantasizes with me?” He grazes his fingertips gently down my bare arm and instantly I end up with goosebumps.

“I… “ 

I was already buzzed before Isaac approached me, but somehow, I was drunk off his mere presence or maybe it was his hot, whisky breath tantalizing my ear. I didn’t know what I was saying. I was no longer in control. “The song…” Listening intensely, patiently waiting for me to continue. “Something Loud… the lyrics make me want you to fuck me hard without mercy. I say breathlessly, as if my secret were a hostage who’s finally broken free. “I need to be fucked out of my skin, I can’t stand being confined in this mind and body another day”. 

He doesn’t respond right away. He glances at me thoughtfully before speaking, then finally says “Can’t say I’ve ever had such a vulgar reaction to any of our songs before” winking at me, he asks “What about it turns you on?” and kisses down my neck, clearly expecting me to function and think coherent thoughts. 

“I…oh…” I’m intoxicated on lust, consumed in his mouth, his hot, whisky breath mouth, on me. I shiver slightly but say nothing.

“Still waiting for an answer” He lifts me up onto the bar and kisses me with such a primal hunger, that I swear my lips should’ve been bruised. He tears my shirt open and the buttons fall to the floor. He unhooks my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders and takes one of my breasts into his mouth. 

“Um…you…oh god… I” I whimper in both pleasure and frustration; one reason for my frustration is not being able to find words.

“Tell me” He insists. “Or I’m just going to keep teasing you” Nibbling on my earlobe. 

I let out a low growl, well aware that I need to think fast and tell him something. “…Just… the way you tell the story is sexy.” I moan softly as his kisses trail down my stomach and slides my skirt and panties off. “I love the idea of alcohol being holy water and … and… I imagine holy water poured on us as you fuck me…”  I say this in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. “…plus being baptized in fire… …sounds to me like you intend to sin tonight.” Dripping with seduction, I stare at him intensely and trace my finger along his wedding ring.

Like a wild animal, his eyes become primal, and he violently pulls me to him and slams his cock inside of me. I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and out of instinct, I try to stifle my moans, but then I realize no one can hear me. I can be as loud and vulgar as I want, and fuck yes, I am on fire and outside of my body watching it fucking explode. 

He’s bigger than I thought he would be, and he’s certainly rougher than I imagined, and holy hell I’m matching him stroke for stroke. My insides are burning, the way the whisky burned my throat their entire set.  I was in what felt like some psychedelic, pleasure-induced haze, smoke surrounding only us. I swear if he was an exorcist, he would’ve fucked every demon out of me. 

We both came violently, and I scream “Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The room is spinning. Before I can even catch my breath, he’s gone. I scan the crowd, until I notice the band is on stage. I watch Isaac place his guitar down, and when he looks up from across the crowd, our eyes lock. Without hesitation, he makes his way to over to me.

“Buy you a drink?”  He smiles that goofy smile I love so much. 

Well fuck, guess I’ll never carve this fantasy out of my body and always crave something loud.


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