Page 16 of My Fearless Fake Fling

“You want me, fearless, then take me.”

Take him? As in undress us? Did he want me to climb on top? To ride him like a rodeo cowgirl, where he could see all my imperfection? Could I do that?

He kissed my lips again. Deep, oh so deep, and I decided that yes. I could and would ride him. Time to channel my inner rodeo cowgirl. Get ready, I was about to make this bronco buck.

I flipped him to straddle his legs and untied his sleep pants, whisking them down his legs. The man went commando in his jammies. The man was seriously packing a zucchini in his jammies. Suddenly, I wanted a taste.

Brian liked oral, but I only ever did it when he’d asked. I didn’t think I ever had the urge to just go there. Not like now. But darn, the longer I stared at it, the more I wanted to try it out. And hey, hedidnickname me fearless.

Deep breath in… Whelp, here goes nothing.I bent my head down, wrapping one hand around the width of him, licked my lips, and I went for it. He was bigger than he looked or my mouth was smaller than I thought because we reached max capacity and I started to gag.

His eyes got huge at first contact, but then he started to gently rub my back with the hand he didn’t have bent under his arm to prop his head up to see me better. “Go slow… try to center,” he encouraged me.

So I centered and went slow, really taking my time to get to know him better. His beautiful eyes closed as he gripped the back of my neck and moaned these delightful little moans. “I need to move, sweetheart. Either climb on or I’m about to ravage your mouth.”

That kind of sounded sexy fun, but not for our first time together. I un-suctioned my mouth, untied my pants, undressed myself, and after sheathing him in a pretty purple condom, unceremoniously climbed on top. I wasn’t even sure he’d fit, but Goonies never say die, and yeah, I wasn’t a Goonie, but I’d watched the movie probably a billion times (slight exaggeration) as a kid.

So after positioning him right where I wanted him, I mounted my man-stallion and almost lost my breath. Brian wasn’t small by any means, but Len—wow—no vacancy. No vacancy at the inn. Booked up tight. I squeezed my eyes shut, adjusting to the feel of him.

And wait for it, wait for it… Yes, the unbearable feeling to move hit and I leaned back, my palms gripping his knees, and I saved a horse by riding my sky jump instructor instead.

“Yes, baby,” he panted. “Oh, f—” He bit his bottom lip, cutting himself off.

He reached out to press my little magic fun button and my muscles seized and my head fell back, throwing me off rhythm. Len grabbed both hips in his strong hands and thrust upwards while grinding me down at the same time.

I couldn’t even make a noise as the pleasure washed over me. We kept at it hard and fast. And—oh my gosh.Every function in my body ceased to work at once as the sound of fireworks popped in my ears and bursts of bright color, red and green and blue, flashed behind my closed eyes. I opened my mouth to scream but swore only a squeak escaped.

He flipped us, my back to the mattress, one of his knees bent, then threw my leg over his thigh and flung his other leg straight behind him, the ball of his foot digging into the mattress for traction.

It was on.

As he moved inside me I realized my life would forever be categorized, BSL and ASL, before sexing Len and after sexing Len. We climbed together up orgasm mountain and when we reached the summit, he thrust us over the edge with one final pistoning push. My battle cry could be heard across continents (exaggeration) and Martians applauded his potency. Meaning, they could hear him on Mars. I didn’t know men orgasmed so loudly. I kind of thought that was a woman thing.

My legs went limp. I lost the ability to move them—not that I wanted to move. Len dropped his forehead to my chest and kissed me right between the boobage.

“Morning,” he said, chuckling.

“Good morning,” I answered. The muscles in my legs felt like they’d work again. He rolled off me, pulling me to wrap an arm around my shoulders. Another kiss, this time to my temple.

“Damn, baby. You’re not just fearless, you’re a got-damn sexual goddess.” The compliment hit me in my feel spot. Not just because he called me baby and a sexual goddess, but because he censored his swears for me. Who knew he’d even paid attention enough to know I didn’t just not swear, but I didn’t like it when others did either? I mean, sure, he said the “D” word twice, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. “I can’t think of a better way to wake up.”

With nothing to add to that, I let it go. “I have to work today,” I said. “I’m sorry I can’t do more challenges with you.” And I truly meant it. I’d so rather be out and about with Len than doing just about anything else in the world.

“Call in.”

“I can’t. These are appointments on the books, regular clients.”

“Can you clear your schedule for the next couple of days?”

“I’ll try. Don’t you have to jump today, anyway?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I jump when I want. Rob, the owner, is an old friend. He knows when the urge hits, I’ll catch waves or take a road trip. He’s always there doing paperwork, but if I call in, he takes the jumps.”

It must be nice to live such a carefree life.

Why must I be so responsible? Len’s body felt so warm and the deliciously naughty smell of sex hung in the air. And I knew if he gave me a half hour to recover, I’d be ready to go at it again. Which meant I had to get up. Now.

Groaning, I pushed out of his arms. Surprisingly, he got up along with me. “We showering now?” he asked.

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