Horseplay

By Kassandra Lea

Derrick Landers has a strong attraction to his riding instructor, Seth Winnow. But is pursuing the May/December romance worth risking his riding career?

Seth is winding down for the day when there’s a knock at his door. It’s Derrick, soaked, shivering, and in need of assistance. He spends enough time with Derrick in the riding ring, mesmerized by the movement of his hips.

Maybe there really is something to the whole teacher/student fantasy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781634866996

Kassandra Lea

Kassandra Lea’s stories have appeared in a number of anthologies. She lives in southern Wisconsin. For more information, visit facebook.com/leakassie.

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Chapter 1

Derrick Landers sat transfixed, the world around him fading away until the only thing he saw was his riding instructor, Seth Winnow. Seth was gorgeous—if one was allowed to use that word when describing a man—from the faded blue of his eyes to the dimples that flashed every time he smiled. To say Derrick was smitten was an understatement. He was straight up, head-over-heels in love with the other man, so hopelessly lost that he often found himself daydreaming about Seth when he should have been working.

And the delicious fantasies he indulged in when alone in his apartment—oh boy! So naughty, every single one of them resulting in mind blowing orgasms coaxed forth by the touch of his own hand. He imagined the real thing would be even better. Earthshattering. Toe curling.

At that precise moment, Derrick was fixated on Seth’s ass, the way the black riding britches he wore accentuated the taut curve of both cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to be able to get his hands on them, give them a bit of a squeeze as he drew Seth close for a mind-shattering kiss. Thinking about Seth’s lips drew Derrick’s focus north, over sculpted abs and muscular arms to the mouth he longed to taste and to feel pressed against his skin. Seth was speaking to the other rider in the lesson, oblivious to the way Derrick studied him. Lush and pink, Derrick wanted to gently snatch Seth’s bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. He probably tasted of coffee and sweat.

Derrick began to slip from reality into the hazy red fog of his mind, imagining Seth doing something altogether spine tingling with those lips. A shiver worked its way slowly over Derrick and he shifted his position in the saddle, the fabric of his own britches becoming restrictive and verging on uncomfortable. His arousal was growing with each passing second, especially as Derrick envisioned Seth getting down on his knees, firm fingers wrapping around…

Derrick!

He crashed back into reality, blinking as the wash of spring sunlight hurt his eyes. The fantasy quickly vanished, leaving him bothered and longing for a cold shower, or at least some private time to take care of himself. Alas, such things would have to wait until later. He was forking over good money to Seth for these lessons, the least he could do was actually pay attention. The other rider in the ring, a middle-aged woman by the name of Cindy Snow, was directing her mare around the perimeter of the arena in a lovely trot. Seth stood center stage, as always, arms crossed over his chest, scowling in Derrick’s direction. Even with the baseball cap perched atop his head, Derrick could make out locks of luscious brown hair. The kind he wanted to run his fingers through, or better yet, just grab a handful of and hold tight while planting a hungry, passionate kiss…

If at some point you decide to rejoin us here on planet Earth, Mr. Landers, please let me know, Seth spoke, a hint