Page 81 of The Fall

She nods again, and I resume fingering her. This time, she manages to hold in her moans, and the only sound is the wetness of her pussy as my fingers slide in and out. She comes fast and hard for me, squeezing my fingers. I have to hold her up with my free hand while her legs shake.

When she’s able to stand on her own again, I quickly unzip my pants and shove them down. “Hands on the wall, baby, and bend over.” I make sure to keep my voice as low as possible. I didn’t see anyone in the locker room, but you never know who may have walked in.

I grab onto her hips and line myself up behind her before I slowly slide into her.

“God, you look so good taking my cock.” One thing I’ve learned about Savannah without her even saying anything is that she loves it when I talk dirty to her and loves to be praised. Which works out well because I love to talk dirty to her, and I especially love to praise her. “It’s like your cunt was made for me, baby.”

She squeezes around me and arches her back, giving me an even better angle. My fingers dig into her hips as I hold her and thrust over and over again at a hard pace. I’d love to take my time with her, but this needs to be quick since people are waiting on us. It’s rough and fast, but it does everything I needed it to. I’m already feeling better just knowing that I’m the one she lets take her like this. Only me.

“I’m going to come, Savannah. Do you want me to fill you up?”

“Yes!” she whispers. “Please, Logan. I need it.”

“Fuck. I love it when you beg for my cum.”

A few more thrusts are all it takes before I’m busting my load inside her. My dick pulses as every last drop fills her.

When I’m finished, I slowly slide out of her and then drop to my knees.

For some reason—one I really don’t even want to try to figure out—I love seeing my cum in her. It’s like a little confirmation that she’s mine without actually saying it. As some of it starts to come out, I slide it back in with my fingers like a fucking caveman.

“Savannah?” Max calls. Savannah goes rigid.

“Shit,” she whispers before she calls out, “I’ll be right out. Just needed a minute.”

“You alright?” he asks back.

“Yep! All good. Be right there.”

“Ok.”

I look up at her from my spot on the ground, and she leans down and kisses me. “You don’t need to be jealous of anyone, Logan. I promise you that.”

It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to one from her, so I grasp onto it and let it calm my nerves.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

She smiles. “Don’t be sorry. A jealous fuck was kinda hot.”

I chuckle. “It was, wasn’t it?”

I stand and pull my pants back on. Savannah checks to make sure the coast is clear before I sneak out while she changes.

She eventually comes out, and we walk over to where the interview is taking place. Max is already sitting in one of the chairs across from the journalist.

He looks at Savannah with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips and then looks at me. He knows exactly what was going on in the locker room. I don’t doubt that for a second. What I hate, though, is the look of pain in his eyes when he realizes it.

I know Max is still in love with Savannah. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose her. I just worry that this isn’t going to end well for any of us.

TWENTY-NINE

SAVANNAH

Today is the day that Logan and I have decided to tell Tati that we’re together. I know we need to get it over with, especially because it’s becoming harder and harder to hide what we are. But I’m terrified.

What if it doesn’t go like Logan has assured me it will? What if Tati decides he shouldn’t be our coach anymore because of it? What if she’s disappointed in me?

All of those things run through my head over and over again all morning while I skate, glancing to the door every chance I get to see if she’s here yet.