Page 45 of The Fall

I put my arms up as she pulls the shirt off. Her eyes move from my face down to my bare torso as she tosses my shirt on the bed with the other one. I expect that to be it. Now is when she steps back and leaves. That’s what should happen.

But…

Her hands land gently on my chest. She’s openly groping me, and I fucking love it. Her hands slide down to the waistband of my pants.

I need to stop her now. If she undoes my pants, there’ll be no hiding my erection. “Savannah⁠—”

“It’s ok,” she says gently. She’s never been gentle with me. I’m not sure if I should be terrified or relieved that she’s being so nice to me.

She undoes the top button, then pulls the zipper down. She tugs the pants down over my ass and lowers herself to her knees to pull them down to my ankles. There’s no hiding how turned on I am now…

I step out of my pants, but before she stands, she looks up at me or rather, my dick tenting my boxers. Her lips part as her breath hitches. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?

She stands slowly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I say quickly, trying to make the situation better. I’ve never been embarrassed by my own dick before, but here we are. This poor girl is trying to get my drunk ass in bed, and I can’t control my own body.

“You should be sorry.” She takes a step closer, and I can feel her warmth. “I’m supposed to hate you. I don’t like it when the people I’m supposed to hate are this attractive.”

I nod, as if this is very serious. “You’re right. That’s terribly inconsiderate of me.”

She steps even closer until her body is flush against my cock.

Goddamn. My cock is throbbing at this point. Begging for release. I don’t know what she’s about to do, and I can’t fucking think straight.

Savannah grabs my hand and leads me toward the bed, pulling the blanket back.

“Get in bed, Logan.”

Damn. I guess she really was just helping me get to bed. Which is fine. I wasn’t expecting even this much, but I can’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment.

I climb into bed, and she tucks me in and then sits on the side of the bed.

“I’m sorry, Savannah. I knew you were with him, and my jealousy just took over. I’m usually not like this.”

She runs her hand through my hair before leaning down. “If it makes you feel any better, I was thinking of you the whole time.”

Wait. WHAT!

Her lips find my neck, and she gently presses a kiss onto my skin. She pulls away just as quick.

“Can you do me a favor, Logan?”

“Yes,” I say too quickly. I’d give her anything she wanted. No point in pretending like I wouldn’t.

“When you’re making yourself come tonight, will you pretend it’s my hand wrapped around you?”

My heart stops. Yeah, I’m dying. This is it. I’ve had a good life, but the end has come.

“I—”

“Or pretend it’s my mouth sucking you dry? You seem like more of a blow job kind of guy.”

“Fuck, Savannah,” I croak.

She smirks. She likes torturing me.

I hate that I like it a little bit too.