Page 61 of The Fall

She laughs. “Well, how about you leave now, but I’ll let you back in later? If you want, you can come home with me…”

Do I want to go home with her? Hell yes. There’s nothing I want more at this moment.

I smile as I slowly start pulling out of her. I’ve never seen my cum drip out of a woman before, and I can’t believe how much I like it. Or maybe I like it so much because it’s Savannah. She lowers her legs and stands from the table. I can’t pull my eyes away as my cum trails slowly down her leg.

Her eyes follow as I reach between her legs and catch the cum on my finger. I bring it up to her mouth. Wordlessly, she sucks my finger into her mouth, cum and all, without breaking eye contact.

I can already feel my dick getting hard again.

“Savannah—” I nearly choke on her name.

“Come on, Coach. We’ve got more practicing to do tonight.”

We quickly throw our clothes back on, gather our skates, and practically run out of the rink. I don’t even bother putting shoes on.

When we get to her apartment, I wave at her sister, who gives us a knowing smile, before we disappear into Savannah’s bedroom. She makes sure to lock the door this time, and then we waste no time getting back to it.

TWENTY-ONE

SAVANNAH

It’s been a week—one entirely blissful week—of getting to fuck Logan every single night. After practice, we wait for Max to leave and then speed off to my apartment, where we practically rip each other’s clothes off before closing the bedroom door.

Kelsey couldn’t wait to give me the “I told you so” speech after the first night that Logan came home with me. We didn’t emerge until morning, when my body was so sore I was worried I wouldn’t be able to skate that day.

It’s been amazing. I feel happy, lighter. I suppose having an orgasm or more every night will do that to you. The only problem is that Max can tell that I’m acting differently, and I don’t know what to tell him. I’m not ready to admit to whatever is going on between me and Logan. It feels special keeping this just between us. And I know that Max will be weird about it. Not only because I’m sleeping with our coach, which is technically against the rules, but because I know deep down, it will hurt him. Even if he tells me it wouldn’t.

Our agreement has always been that it was fine to sleep with other people. I haven’t really taken advantage of that rule, but I know Max has. And we never clarified if the rule applied to sleeping with another person multiple times. Especially someone so close to our inner circle. I know Max won’t be happy.

I’ll have to think of something to tell him soon because our next competition is in two weeks, and he’s going to expect me to crawl into bed with him.

But for now, I’m trying to pretend I’m just excited about our routine. I don’t think Max believes me, but he doesn’t question it either.

Today, Max is late to practice. He overslept, which doesn’t happen often, so I’ll cut him some slack and only give him shit about it for half the day instead of the whole day. While I wait for him to show up, Logan helps me stretch and get warmed up.

“My hips are tight,” I say as I bend over in butterfly position.

“I bet they are,” Logan whispers.

I laugh and hit him playfully. “You might have to give me a night off so I can recover.”

“Sorry, no can do. But I can promise to massage you afterward and draw you a bath with muscle salts to help.”

I sit back up. I’ve never had anyone prepare a bath for me. “That sounds nice, actually.”

He smiles. “Go on a date with me.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you asking or telling?”

“Asking, but I’m saying it with confidence because if I don’t, you’ll try to make up some excuse for why you can’t.”

“No, I won’t.” Yes, I would.

He rolls his eyes. “Please, baby. I think I know you well enough by now to know you’ll try to push me away because you aren’t looking for a relationship.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“I know that. But we’re together every night anyway. What’s the harm in letting me feed you before I bury my face between your legs?”