A little chapter where Samuel, the hot classmate of Haley, teaches her how to ride... more than just on a horseback.
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Gossip Boy♡♡♡
"Come on! You're not scared, are you?"
He stood with a hand offered to help me up.
"I am not riding that, Samuel!"
"His name is Dumpling," he frowned, giving the horse a piece of carrot with a soft smile.
"First of all; what's Dumpling for a name?" I laughed. "Second; can't you just show me while I stand on the ground? The ground without teeth or hooves to kill me with."
"Haley," he grinned. "I promise: he won't hurt you."
I held his gaze, looking for any sign of a joke or uncertainty. But no. Nothing funny in those piercing eyes, seeing my very soul.
"I might, though..."
My face turned hot in seconds. Dammit. That tilted smile would make anyone blush, though. And I didn't have anything against having him pressed up against my back, his hips grinding aga-
I took a step up to the saddle before my brain could back down again.
"Okay. Help me up."
His hands grasped around my waist.
"Ready?"
I nodded, and before I knew it, I sat on a horse for the first time. The creature moved around a bit and I grabbed the saddle with whitening knuckles.
"Coming?" I mumbled, staring at my hands as if scared that they would let go as soon as I took my attention away. He laughed quietly to himself and got up behind me. As soon as his legs rested against my own, heart pumping against my back, my whole body relaxed.
"Now, I'll just let him walk around the paddock for a few minutes so you can get used to the sensation of his step," he nearly whispered in my ear, breath tingling on my skin. I let out something of an 'okay' and we started moving. But it also made us move... against each other.
And I suddenly were unable to remember why this would be a bad thing? Horses were great. Yes, probably most thanks to the sensation of his hips grinding against my ass... maybe.
"How does it feel?"
My neck stretched so that his lips could line up with my cheek, skin free for him to do what he pleased with.
"Great," I breathed, unable to stop my body from pushing back. Was that him growing in his tight pants, or were it just wishful thinking?
"Good." I could almost hear his smirk, my eyes closed in anticipation.
It'd been months since my last hookup, and he hadn't even been close to Samuel in the physical aspect. 'Cause let's face it, he was very nice to look at between and during classes.
"I have a feeling that you're not even aware that we're trotting?"
And no, I wasn't. As I opened my eyes, the sensation of us bumping up and down in pace with my heart became painfully clear.
"I am now, thank you very much," I gulped, grabbing onto the front of the saddle again. He let out a loud laugh that rumbled against my body as the horse slowed down again with a soft pull of his hands.
Men riding horses... well, that certainly was hot. His care and knowledge made my skin tingle all the more.
And yes, that most definitely was a buldge pressing up against me now. It wasn't small either.
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