Page 33 of On The Edge
The memory fills my mind of her. Her big brown doe eyes looking up at me, her pink, pouty lips whispering my name breathlessly. Her long black hair flowing over her shoulders. Hertits pushed up and bulging out of her little shirt. Her short skirt slipping higher.
A fantasy takes over the memory, and my hand finds my cock and I stroke it, picturing her on her knees on-stage. Melody, in her short little skirt and ripped fishnets, her tits bared to us as she gets down on her knees and takes my cock down her throat. Everyone would know she wasmineand only mine then.
Groaning, my hand smacks the muggy tile as I stroke myself harder.
Melody in my mind opens her eyes, and her mascara runs down her face as she gags. The whole arena knows she’smine. The guys are all standing behind me, each of them jerking off to the sight, but I try not to focus too much on that, just keep going. It feels so good. I cup my balls and squeeze softly like I think she would, and imagine deep throating her. Her throat would feel fucking divine around my cock, I know it would. She’d probably fight me on it, but then I’d make her swallow around my cock, and she’d love it.
Working myself faster, I twist at the tip and shudder as she gasps in my mind, and pulls back before sucking me down again.
“You can do it, baby,” I whisper hoarsely, fucking my fantasy-Mel’s throat as I feel my orgasm approaching quickly. Too quickly. “Take it. Take all of it.”
My eyes scrunch to keep myself in the fantasy to see her swallow my cum down in front of everyone. Claiming me right back.
My cum sprays the shower wall as I come so fucking hard I swear I see stars. The room is foggy, and the water runs cold, but I feel so much better. I can finish the shower with that post-nut relaxation, and get out feeling like a new person.
As I climb into bed, I vow to fix shit tomorrow because I can’t–we can’t–keep going on like this.
She needs to break. For good.
TEN
My eyes feel so heavy.
Scratch that–my entire body feels like there’s an elephant sitting on me. I can’t move, I can barely breathe.
What happened? Where am I?
I push through the cotton candy fog in my mind that’s obscuring my memories, but I can’t remember. The closer I get to the surface of my consciousness, the more I can feel sunlight on my skin and the softness of something under my body.
“Uggghhh,” I groan loudly, ripping my eyes open only to be assaulted by the sunlight shining directly through the windows.
My head is killing me. I can feel each beat of my heart against my skull. And my mouth,fuck me, my mouth is so dry. It’s like I licked a floorboard.
Pushing myself up slowly, I’m relieved to see I’m at least dressed. My tights are gone, but I can vaguely remember Adam ripping them off me at the club. Suddenly, I gasp.
Adam.
Markus.
Kai.
Reis.
They’reOn The Edge. I saw their concert, and they invited me to a club after. Then…put me on a plane…
Where the fuck am I now?
The bed I’m on is sleek, lush, and so comfortable it’s like I’m sitting on a cloud. I do my best to try and look around, and the first thing which sticks out is that everything is monochromatic. I’m definitely in some kind of hotel or fancy-ass house.
Come on, Mel, think. What’s the last thing you remember?Putting my hand to my head, I try to sort through my sore mind.
Reis.
Reis was mad and said some shitty things. He decided that I was going to New York with them, and we got onto a plane. Reis said more shitty things and offered me a drink… my favorite drink? After that, everything is blank.
Fucking Reis.
He drugged me.
