Page 52 of The Fall

I’m uncomfortably hot.

That’s my first thought upon waking up.

I rip my comforter off my legs, wondering if my crazy sister turned the heat on for some reason last night. I go to roll over, but something, or rather someone, groans.

My eyes fly open, and I realize I’m not alone in my bed. A heavy arm is draped over my waist, and a body is pressed against my back. I’m not used to having someone else in my bed. Even Max doesn’t spend the night in my bed.

And this isn’t just anyone in my bed. It’s… my coach.

Oh god. What have I done?

We were watching a movie last night. I remember there was a reasonable distance between us because I was thinking how much I wished there wasn’t.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point.

I shift slightly in the bed, and Logan lets out a low hiss. He must be awake. He’s awake, and he’s still holding me in my bed while I’m not wearing any pants. Why am I not wearing any pants?

“Savannah,” he groans in my ear. His voice is gravely from sleep, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “Don’t move like that.”

“Like what?” I ask as I do it again, knowing exactly where my ass is rubbing.

“Savannah.”

“It’s not my fault your erection is on my ass.”

He pulls me even closer to his body. “It’ll be your fault if I come all over your bed.”

Oh god. My mind goes directly to an image of him finishing. I wonder what he sounds like when he comes. Does he lean his head back, or is he one of those guys who wants to maintain eye contact the whole time? I have to stop thinking about this. My panties are already drenched.

I wiggle again. “I think I might like to see that.”

“Shit,” he whispers. “You really do hate me, don’t you?”

His hand slowly trails from my stomach down to the waistband of my panties. I stay completely still and let him explore my body. I hold my breath as he decides what he’s going to do. I let out a shaky breath when I feel the waistband move and his hand slip in.

One finger drags over my clit and into my wetness. I would be embarrassed about how turned on I am right now, but I can’t be bothered. I want this too much.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

I can’t say anything. I just lay there and let his fingers explore. He presses gently on my clit, and my hips move back, pushing into his erection again.

His breath tickles my neck as he slowly moves his finger in a circle on my clit.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. It feels so good.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmurs into my ear.

“Shut up,” I snap, not wanting him to ruin the moment. “It’s too late now.”

He chuckles, and the sound goes straight to my core. I don’t even remember the last time I was this turned on. Usually, sex is just a means to an end for me, and I have to finish myself off, but this? This is overwhelming.

His finger moves down to my entrance and slides inside me. “Goddamn, baby. Your cunt is so tight. Imagine my cock in there. Imagine how full you’d feel.”

Ok, Logan Sokolov is a dirty talker. I didn’t expect that, but I am here for it.

He rocks his erection against my ass as he talks.

“More,” I command.