Private Lessons Chapter 5
Private Lessons is an explicit erotic romance with a horse-lover flavor. I will be posting consecutive sections on Tuesdays until the whole thing is posted. Then I’ll post it as a free pdf on my website. Do not click the link to read more if you are offended, or bored, by adults in explicit sexual situations.
Chapter Five
Dee stood in the barn, feeling like an idiot and wrestling with confusion for a long time. Finally Ace jerked on the rope tying him to the wall impatiently. He leaned back to do so, placing his hoof firmly on Dee’s foot. Dee felt like kicking him back, but she knew she really wanted to kick herself.
She saw Ace safely to his stall and left the barn, head down, not sure what to do next. She scanned the area, not really focusing until she saw Ben’s truck still in the lot. Neither horse, nor human stopped her from walking as fast as she could around the area, looking for him, and trying to keep half an eye on the lot as well, to see if she could catch him leaving.
She finally found him, not far from where they’d started. Ben sat at a picnic table, tucked away behind the second barn in the peaceful shade not far from the woods. There were trails not far past the barn, but the table often went unused because there were more choice places to socialize on Deepdale’s property. Places where one could be seen.
Dee sat beside him, pleased to see he didn’t move away. “Sandra’s married?”
Ben nodded. “To some rich guy she met in college. He’s gay and wants to keep it under wraps so it doesn’t affect his business. She plays the part of his loving wife, he buys her everything she wants. It works out well because they’re good friends, they have each other’s support and they can both pursue what they really love. Him, his men. Her, the horses.”
“I sort of feeling bad for hating her now.”
“You hate her?”
Dee shook her head dismissively. “Not really. Everything just seems to come so easily to her. Like she’s perfect. Perfect people are easy to dislike.”
“She seems perfect here, maybe.”
“So you aren’t taken?”
Ben smiled at her, his face half in shadow. “No.”
“Not even dating?”
“Not even dating.”
She leaned into him, more awkwardly that she’d meant to, pressing her lips against his. It wasn’t a graceful kiss, but Dee was pretty sure he got the point.
“So just like that I’m supposed to forget that you tried to kill me?” Ben asked. Something in his voice sounded wrong, but the words made Dee’s heart sink like a stone to her stomach.
“I didn’t try to kill you. I was angry that you lied to me, and because I thought you were trying to get me to help you cheat on Sandra.”
“Who you said you hate. So why would it matter?”
“I don’t really hate her, I’m horribly jealous of her and regardless she is still a woman and I would never help a man cheat…” He was laughing. Dee was burning with embarrassment and lust that she was sure for a few terrible moments would end as it had begun, in dreams and wishful thinking, and Ben was sitting there laughing at her. “You’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not trying to. You’re so cute when you’re angry.”
“Cute?”
“Absolutely adorable.”
His arms wrapped around her and pulled her across the wood slats to him. After that it became easier. The tension, the emotion in her stomach melted away under the heat of new emotions. With no space between them, every touch, every brush of skin or clothing against her felt like a tiny, enticing electric charge calling her nerves to stand at attention.
Her hands went under his shirt first. She wanted to feel his skin, the hardness of his muscles that she’d seen move so often in other places. Ben pulled away from her long enough to pull the shirt over his head. His chest was a wide expanse, tanned the same tone as his arms. It felt just as good to be held against the rest of him as it had felt when he carried her. Safe, warm, loved. And a few feelings that had nothing at all to do with being taken care of.
Feelings that jabbed a breathless line through her, straight to her pussy, which wanted him only slightly more than her brain.
It was a physical need, as if she’d lose herself if she didn’t have his body to ground her. His fingers trailed over her breasts, still hidden behind layers of fabric. He didn’t seem to care. He circled where her nipples were, making them hard despite the muted sensation.
Ben watched her so carefully, his gaze following every muscle twitch and his hands explored places not often touched by outside hands. His lips opened when a shiver caught her and after she reopened her eyes and looked at him he tossed all caution aside.
His tongue entered her mouth like a promise, a teasing mirror of other parts of him that might enter her. Dee felt like clay in his hands, mold-able, only firm and solid at her mouth and in her hands, which clung to him, pulling him closer lest he move away.
Dee pulled back for a breath and Ben refused to give her a moment. His mouth went to the tender skin where her throat became the underside of her chin. She thought he might be a bit cruel, a bit too rough, but his lips caressed skin like his fingers still played along her breasts and spine, an endless path, gentle with the hint of barely restrained need.
He moved toward the meatier part of her. His mouth found the side of her neck with a bit more roughness, a hint of teeth and pressure that moved down to her collarbone, stealing her ability to breathe. Ben’s hands moved down from her spine along the side of her hips. He grabbed her and forced her up, legs open and down across him, so she pressed against his hips, and against the hardness growing underneath his pants. She obliged by moving up the curve of him, sliding up, almost moving away for a moment before grinding back down against him.
His fingers dug into the denim covering her butt and he pulled back from her mouth long enough to growl. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that you’re wearing jeans.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if it was something else I’d have torn through it by now.”
Dee grinned. Ben gave her a dark look and dove for her chest mouth first. But he wasn’t thinking of being kind. Instead Dee felt the pressure of teeth through her bra, still nothing more than a rough tease. Heat surged from Ben’s mouth directly to Dee’s pussy and the need to be filled, to be fucked, overrode everything else.
“Not here,” she gasped when his mouth and hands had given her moment to think. “I don’t want to end up with splinters in my ass.”
Ben seemed like he might not listen, or might shove her away. Both seemed to be possibilities in his face, in the fierce lust in his eyes. “Where then? You name it.”
“My house.”
She wasn’t sure they’d reach the door. She was pretty sure they’d never reach the bed. As he picked her up and pushed them away from the bench Dee wasn’t sure she’d care if he threw her onto the grass in the nearby paddock and had her with a live audience looking on.