18. Savannah
EIGHTEEN
SAVANNAH
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.
“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?”
“Depends on what it is,” he answers, studying me.
I hesitate. I know it’s not a good idea to ask for this, but I know if he walks out of this room right now, I’d be too nervous to ever ask again.
“Will you kiss me? Just once.”
A look of pain crosses his eyes, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say no. My entire body clenches, preparing for the rejection, but it never comes.
Instead, he cups my cheek with one hand and puts his other hand on my waist, pulling me close. Then he’s kissing me.
It’s a slow kiss, like he’s been dying to do this and is now relieved that it’s finally happening. That’s how it feels for me, too. His lips are just as soft as I expected them to be, and when his tongue slides against mine, my core tightens.
Both of his hands move to my face and back into my hair as he deepens the kiss even more. My entire body feels like Jell-O as I let him kiss and kiss and kiss me.
When he finally pulls away, we’re both breathless. He rests his forehead on mine, and we stand in silence, afraid to lose the moment.
“That was a bad idea,” he says, finally.
My stomach sinks. Maybe it was, but I don’t regret it. If he left without me asking for a kiss, I wouldn’t have been able to stop wondering what it would be like.
“Why?” I ask, shakily.
“Because now, once will never be enough.”
Relief washes over me. Maybe he doesn’t regret it after all.
He leans down and kisses me once more, a quick one, not nearly enough to satisfy me. “I’ll see you at the rink tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I say breathily, hating that I’m showing him exactly how much he affects me. “Yes. I’ll be there.”
He looks me over before walking out of my room.
I hear my sister say something and him respond, but I have no idea what they said.
I’m still standing in the same place, completely shocked that I just kissed my coach.
Not only that, but I let him touch me. I definitely wanted to do more than just touch.
“For the love of god, are you ever going to put pants on?” my sister says, walking into my room and pulling me out of my lust haze.
“You realize this is my room, right? Pants are optional,” I tell her as I turn to face her.
“Well, I know lover boy is gone, so I figured it’d be safe to come in now.”
“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way.”
She laughs and throws her hands up in defense. “How was I supposed to know you were being finger-banged by your coach? You literally never let anyone spend the night.”
She’s right. I don’t. And while I didn’t mean for him to spend the night, I like that he did. I slept like a rock.
“It just sort of happened. He picked me up from that party I went to with Max and I asked if he wanted to watch a movie. We kind of just fell asleep.”
“And you woke up to his fingers inside you?”
“No! We were… I don’t know what we were doing, but he’s my coach. I can’t do anything else with him.” Apparently.
“Seems a bit late for that, don’t you think?”
I groan and sit down on the edge of my bed, putting my head in my hands. “Yeah, but he told me it can’t happen again.”
“Oh, please. That man looked giddy as hell when he walked out of here. There’s no way he won’t come back for seconds, especially when you guys have to see each other every damn day.”
“That’s exactly why it can’t happen, Kels.” I pick my head up and look at her. “He’s my coach. I will see him every day.”
“So what? You see Max every day and still fuck around with him.”
“That’s different.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s Max. He’s not looking for anything else.”
Kelsey’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You’re more delusional than I thought if you think Max doesn’t want more with you. I’m pretty sure Max would marry you today if you said you wanted to.”
“No. It’s not like that.”
“It’s very much like that, Sav. That man has been in love with you since your first season together. You just refuse to see it because you don’t want to mess up the dynamic.”
Well, shit. There’s nothing like being called out first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, I refuse to admit defeat. “I think you’re wrong.”
Her eyebrows raise, and she pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Shall we call Max and ask?”
I grab her phone out of her hand. “No, we shall not.”
She laughs. “So what are you going to do about Coach Hotty McHotterson?”
“I’m not going to do anything. He made it clear that he’s my coach and he doesn’t want to distract me. Which is exactly how I feel. I don’t need distractions. I have a goal and I need to get there.”
“So you can’t have any fun while you reach your goals?”
“Not if it involves my coach. Tati would be pissed if she found out.”
“How would she find out? You told me the other day she’s hardly ever at the rink anymore. And I’m not saying you guys should go to Pound Town in the middle of the rink. You’re an adult, and you have this wonderful apartment you can bring him back to,” she says as she gestures to my room.
“Oh yeah? So my crazy little sister can walk in on us right before we finish?”
She laughs. “Put a scrunchy on the door or something so I know not to walk in. Or, another more practical idea, learn to lock your door.”
I roll my eyes. There’s no reason to lock my door because I will not be sleeping with my coach. Period.
“Did you want to get breakfast or not?” I ask, hoping we can be done with this conversation.
“Yes!” She jumps up. “But you need to put pants on.”
“Obviously. Give me fifteen minutes, please.”
She nods and walks out, and I collapse back onto my bed, replaying the events of the morning. Logan is right. We definitely crossed a line we shouldn’t have, but it felt so good. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be around him every day and not want his hands on me again.
How have I gotten myself into such a mess?
I groan and force myself to get ready for a day with my sister.