Page 53 of The Fall

“Do you want me to make you come, Savannah?”

“Yes. Yes, Logan, please make me come.” I never thought I’d be begging a man to make me come, but here we are. It feels too good for me to care.

He slides another finger inside me and starts pumping faster as his thumb rubs my clit. I feel the pressure in my body building. This might be the fastest I’ve ever orgasmed before, but I can’t even hold it back.

And then, the worst thing in the world happens.

A knock on my bedroom door gives me a five-second warning that my sister is about to barge into my room.

“Good morning, sleepy head… oh!” She stands in the doorway looking shocked as Logan pulls his hand from my panties and throws the blanket on top of me to cover me up.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I say quickly, sitting up.

She raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “Really? Because it looks like your super hot coach had his hand in your panties.”

“We were stretching,” I say lamely.

“Your vagina?”

“Kelsey!”

“What? You’re lying in bed with your coach, and I’m getting yelled at?” She is loving this right now.

“Speaking of that… why are you just walking into my room?”

“Uh, well, normally it’s just you in here. And I wanted to see if you wanted to get breakfast and go shopping with me for back-to-school stuff, but if you’re busy…”

“I should get going,” Logan says, but he doesn’t move from the bed. I imagine it’s because he’s trying to not show his erection to my sister, which I’m grateful for. What I’m not grateful for is my disappearing orgasm.

“I’d love to hang out with you, but can you give us a second, please?” I say, using just my eyes to deliberately point in Logan’s direction so she knows what I’m talking about.

“Oh yeah,” she says, but then she just stands there staring at us with a big goofy smile.

“Kels?”

“Right. My bad.” She slowly shuts the door.

“I am so sorry,” I say, turning to Logan. “I should’ve locked my door. I just didn’t expect…” That he would stay the night, much less finger me this morning. I don’t need to say that out loud, though. He already knows.

“Of course you didn’t expect it because I shouldn’t have done it,” he says, as he climbs out of bed.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say as I follow him out of bed. I realize he’s my coach, but he’s only five years older than me. It’s not like I’m lusting after someone crazy older than me or someone married. It’s maybe just a little forbidden but not all the way, if that makes sense.

He cups my cheek. “I know, Savannah. But I also don’t want to be a distraction to you or cause any drama with Tati or Max. I like coaching you and want you to succeed because I think you’re a great skater. And not just because I want to bury my face between your legs.”

“That sounds fun,” I tease.

He shakes his head as he laughs and drops his hand from my face. “You’re impossible.”

“Or I’m just really turned on because I was on the brink of an orgasm and got denied. Now I’ll have to finish it myself.”

He groans. “You’re killing me here. I’m trying to be a responsible adult.”

“Being responsible is overrated.”

He laughs again. “Savannah.”

“Before you go, can you do one thing for me?”