20. Logan
TWENTY
LOGAN
I’m a coward.
I’ll admit it. I couldn’t stand watching Savannah on the ice, so I left. I waited for Tati to leave, and then I bolted. I left my skaters behind because I want Savannah so bad that it physically hurts me to look at her. I don’t know how this happened. I’m never like this.
As soon as I get home, I change and go for a run. I need to clear my head. I have to learn to want Savannah while knowing that I can’t have her. I need to stay focused, and more importantly, I need her to stay focused.
I run until my legs feel like they might collapse. Then I take a shower and go about my day pretending like I’m fine.
And I am fine. I manage to push her out of my thoughts until the next day, when I have to see her all over again, and every inappropriate thought comes flooding back to me.
Today is different, though. I can tell from the first moment she looks at me as if she’s trying to shoot daggers into my soul. Savannah is mad at me.
I pretend all day that I’m unbothered by her, which pisses her off even more. But it seems to work better for me. I manage to talk to her when I need to coach, Max shoots the shit with me at lunch, and I watch them skate all day long, thinking I’ve finally got myself under control.
But the moment Savannah shoots me a side-eyed glare when she gets off the ice, I know I’m a goner. I watch her walk to the locker room and wonder what I’m going to do. I’ve got to say something to her. We have to clear the air.
I’m propped up against a wall in front of the locker rooms to wait for her. Max walks out first as per usual.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yep. Just need to tell Savannah something.” No idea what, but I know I need to say something.
“Ah. Ok. Good luck with that. She’s been in a mood all day.”
Yeah. I know. “Thanks, man. Have a good night.”
I wait for a few more minutes, and finally, Savannah walks out. She spots me immediately and rolls her eyes. Why is that so hot?
“Skate with me?” I blurt out. I wasn’t planning on skating tonight, but maybe it’ll be easier if we’re on the ice.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
“Asking. Always.”
She studies me for a minute like she thinks I’m crazy. At this point, I’m starting to believe I truly am. I know the “right” thing to do would be to leave her alone and suffer in silence. I’m her coach. She has big goals. I should leave her alone.
But… fuck doing the right thing.
“Fine,” she says finally, though I can tell she’s not happy about it.
She turns around to drop her bags back in the locker room and grab her skates. I lace mine up and meet her at the ice.
I hold out my hand for her to take. She hesitates, but eventually she puts me out of my misery and grabs my hand. It’s late and most of the skaters are already gone for the day, so we have most of the rink to ourselves.
We start by simply skating together, holding hands as we loop around the rink. It feels so normal, so right to skate with her.
Eventually, we move into more of a random routine. She trusts me to hold her during the lifts, and I don’t take that responsibility lightly. We don’t do any big lifts, but it’s still a risk to lift someone when you haven’t practiced off the ice.
I don’t know how long we skate, but we come to a natural stop where we’re both out of breath in the middle of the rink. My hands rest on her waist, while hers are on my arms. It’s a normal embrace for skaters, but with her, it feels like so much more.
“Savannah…”
She looks up at me with her big green eyes, and for the first time since I’ve met her, she looks truly vulnerable. She always puts on a brave face, especially with me, but right now, with her in my arms, all I want to do is hold her close.
“Savannah, I don’t think I can stay away from you.”
“Then don’t.”
“Are you sure you want this? It’ll make our lives a lot more complicated.”
She pauses, but only for a moment. “I’m sure.”
That’s all it takes for me to crash my mouth into hers.
I pull her flush to my body with one hand while my other cups the nape of her neck and holds her in place.
She kisses me back with the same intensity, her tongue sliding against mine.
Kissing her is euphoric. It feels like she’s reaching inside my body and taking control over me.
I would do anything to keep her close to me.
When I can’t take it anymore, I bend down and scoop her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Our kiss never breaks as I skate us off the ice and walk awkwardly in my skates down the hall to find an empty room.
I kick the door shut with my skate and reach back to lock it before setting her down on the table.
We both quickly unlace our skates and toss them to the side, and then I’m in front of her, lifting her shirt up over her head.
I hesitate when my fingers get to her sports bra, but she nods, so I pull it over her head as gently as I can.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my eyes move down her body. I trail my thumb over one of her nipples, and she arches into my touch. I kneel down in front of her and lean in, pulling the same nipple into my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she groans, as I move to the other side and do the same thing. I swear I could play with her nipples all day, but she reaches for my shirt and tries to pull it off, so I know she wants more.
I yank my shirt over my head and throw it into the corner. Then, I motion for her to stand so I can pull her pants off. She doesn’t hesitate, and before I realize it, she’s sitting back down, naked in front of me.
“Legs wide, baby.” Her pussy is at the perfect level for me to dive right in. I’ve been dying to taste her.
She spreads her legs, but when I start trailing kisses up her thighs, she realizes what I’m about to do and tenses.
“You don’t… You don’t have to do that,” she says.
“Do what? Eat your pussy?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know most guys don’t really like that and all…” she trails off, and I find myself wondering what fucking guys she’s talking about because it could never be me.
“Baby, I love to eat pussy, and I’ve been dying to taste yours. Please don’t deprive me of this.”
“Oh. Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure. Now spread those legs a little more and let me see your pretty little cunt.”
That seems to do the trick because she does exactly what I ask and spreads her legs wider, giving me enough room to get between them. I waste no time diving right in with my tongue.
She moans the moment I flatten my tongue against her clit and apply a little pressure. I live for her moans of pleasure. Every time she makes a noise or moves her hips against my face, my cock gets even harder.
I slide a finger inside her while my tongue works her clit. She gasps. “Logan!”
I don’t stop to ask her if she likes it because I can tell she does. Instead, I slide another finger inside, curling both of them up to hit the spot that makes her legs shake.
“I-I’m gonna come.”
That’s fucking right.
I speed up my pace, and she clenches so beautifully around me. She cries out as she comes, and I swear it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her back arches as her pussy grips my fingers. I lap up every last drop of her release before I sit back on my haunches and stare up at her.
“This is the best day of my life, Savannah.”
She laughs. “Don’t be cheesy.”
“I’m not. I’m dead serious.”
“Logan, you’ve literally won an Olympic medal.”
“I know, but eating your pussy and making you come was a hundred times better than that.”
She laughs again. “Well, if that’s the case, wait until your cock is inside me.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I slide my pants down my legs and pretend I don’t hear the little gasp she lets out when she sees my cock. Nothing quite like hearing that to boost a man’s ego.
I stroke myself a few times before I take a step closer and freeze. Oh no.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I don’t have a condom.” Why would I? It’s not like I thought this would ever happen with Savannah, and I sure as hell didn’t want it to happen with anyone else.
“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. I swear.”
“I’m clean too, but are you sure? I’ve never done it without one before.”
She smiles at me. “I haven’t either. But I think I might like to experience this with you for the first time.”
“I’d like that too.”
“Good. Now get inside me before I die.”
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t want that.”
I slide my cock up and down her pussy, gathering some of her wetness before I center myself at her entrance. I slowly press inside, watching as she takes me inch by inch. Her head falls backward in pleasure right as I disappear completely inside her.
“Goddamn, baby. Look how well you take me.”
“I feel so full,” she says breathlessly. She leans back on her elbows, and I slowly start thrusting in and out of her. I want to take my time, but I also realize we’re technically in a public place and could get in a lot of trouble for this. I’ll have to take my time next time.
“You are perfect, Savannah. Absolutely perfect.”
I reach down and circle her already swollen clit with my thumb. She hisses slightly, and I imagine it’s sore from the orgasm I just gave her, but selfishly, I want one more.
“Can I make you come again?”
She smirks up at me. “You can certainly try.”
“Challenge accepted.”
My thrusts get a little harder as I focus on her pleasure. I listen for little moans, for hitches in her breath. I pay attention when she grabs onto me tighter or when her pussy squeezes around me. I want to know everything I can about her body and what she likes.
Her back arches once more off the desk, and her fingernails dig into my skin as her second orgasm builds and builds.
“Logan! Oh my god!” she cries as her body tenses and she comes.
The second I feel her relax, I let myself finish with a few more thrusts. My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I fill her with my cum. It’s a miracle I lasted as long as I did.
When I look back down at her, she’s smiling up at me. “What?”
“I’ve just been wondering what you would sound like when you came. Now I know,” she tells me with a proud little smile on her face.
She’s clearly been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her.
“Now you know.” I pause and look down at where we’re joined. I should pull out, but I really don’t want to.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just… not ready to leave yet.”
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.