Edge Play Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

He said with a low voice. I reached out to his hand and intertwined our fingers. “I love you, Blade and… from now on, I want to know everything about you. Both the good and the bad, I want to know everything.” His eyes met mine and remained glued to my eyes for a while until he gave out a sigh and looked sideways at the old lady who appeared to be on edge and stressed. She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it.

He rubs harder and we both hear my breathing quicken. "That's it," he encourages. "Fuck yeah, that's it." I moan, trying to rock my hips. He keeps playing with my clit with his cock lodged inside me. I feel so full. Our gazes are still locked. He's so sexy I can't look away. He licks his lips, and that's what sends me flying over the edge. "I'm coming," I choke out, and suddenly he gives me what I've been begging for this entire time deep, fast strokes, and holy hell the orgasm is like an explosion of pleasure.

Marcus twitched, looking like he was about to step in and kick the ball away from his master's pristine footwear. But Leonard moved first. With a slight, effortless shift of his weight, he tapped the side of the ball with the edge of his shoe. The pass was perfectly straight, sending the leather rolling right back into my path. I stopped it easily with my sneaker, a wide, victorious smile breaking across my face as I looked up at him. "See?" I teased, the warmth in my chest cutting through the cool night air. "You just played." I tapped the ball back across the concrete, and without a single word, Leonard returned it again.

“You turn it up to ten and a half, then crank it back down to six. It’s hard to …” “Hard to?” he probed, flicking her clit with his tongue just to get her attention. “Hard to focus. Hard to … come.” “Do you want to come yet?” “Yes … no. I don’t know.” Ah, he loved it when they were so out of their mind with bliss they couldn’t think straight. Then he knew he was doing his job properly. “It’s called edging, baby. Not a fan?” “Big fan,” she said with a strained, raspy whisper. Her fingers made a gimme, gimme motion. “I want you. We can do that later … or another time. But right now, I want you.”

He nods, surrenders, and I let him slide out of the circle. Edward is next, circling warily, waiting for me to come to him. I oblige, feinting a low strike before twisting the blade and aiming for his thigh where the padding is thinnest. He blocks it with his forearm, grunting, but I see the pain in his eyes. He tries to grab me, but I duck and sweep his legs. He crashes to the mat, and when he tries to rise, I’m ready, pressing the edge of the blade to his neck. He freezes, and I hear his hand tap out on the mat. Three down now.

We barely gave each other anything, that was why the scoreline was so low. The Saints broke the huddle and lined up fast. I crouched low at defensive end, fingers brushing the turf, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Sweat burned my eyes beneath my helmet. My gaze locked on their quarterback. "Watch the edge!" Mike barked. He was our linebacker.

Three feet in and he wobbled like a newborn deer. I bit back a laugh. "Something funny, Cole?" he snapped. "You. Obviously." I circled him slowly. "Hockey skates have two edges. Figure skates have one. You're fighting the ice because you don't know how to find your center." He didn't answer. Just pushed off harder, trying to prove me wrong. His left foot slipped. I moved on instinct and grabbed his arm before he ate it. For half a second we were locked together - my fingers wrapped around his forearm, his hand gripping my shoulder for balance. He was heavier than he looked. Solid. Warm.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I don't think Ambrose highschool has got any action lately. " Did you get that on video?" I asked aloud. A few people nodded yes. " Good, now do something for me. Don't stop playing it. Till it gets the highest views on YouTube." I said, and they nodded. Tricia slowly stood up and limped towards me.