Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  “You can see he’s smaller than the others baby? He’s just going to live out his days here. Hopefully, he’ll have a long life and a good life to make up for the bad start.” Eric ran his hand down the horse’s arched neck so pleased to see the gelding happy to have the attention and not flinching from it like he once did.

  Once he had the halters on Bakari and Cleopatra he handed Cleo’s lead to Natasha and he took Bakari’s. They led the horses from the paddock and headed back to the stables with them. He tied them both up and went into the tack room, coming out with two stock saddles and the bridles. He saw that Natasha had already unrugged both horses and was standing admiring them as their coats gleamed in the afternoon sun. He saddled them up, stretching their legs out to get any skin out from under the girths that might pinch them and tightened the girths a bit more.

  When both horses were saddled and bridled, he helped Natasha mount and adjusted her stirrups for her. Once he’d mounted Bakari he turned the horse towards the track and with him leading, they headed out further onto his property.

  They rode past the paddocks with his Hereford cattle in them and he grinned when Natasha laughed at the antics of the calves as they frolicked around. “How many cows do you have?”

  “Only twenty cows and calves baby. I can’t risk overstocking when I’m not here enough to keep an eye on things. Thomas looks after them for me and arranges for the calves to be sold off when they’re old enough.”

  “The calves are so cute.” She smiled, watching them.

  “They’re cute now baby, but once they’re big enough they are sold off for meat.” He told her and laughed when a look of horror crossed her face.

  “You eat them?”

  “Baby that’s the whole purpose of breeding beef cattle, to sell them off for meat and Thomas takes a couple of yearlings a year to fill their own freezers. It’s the cycle of life baby. Where did you think your steaks came from?”

  She still wasn’t looking too convinced at his words, so they rode on until they came to a gate and he dismounted to open it, waving Natasha through and leading Bakari through, before shutting it again and climbing back onto the eager chestnut gelding.

  “Do you feel like picking up the pace a bit baby? Let these two stretch their legs?” He knew Bakari was eager for a run. He could feel the bunched muscles of the horse beneath him as he held him tightly reined.

  When Natasha nodded, he nudged his horse and Bakari broke into a trot, before moving into a slow canter, his neck arched, tail held high, the typical show off that he was. When Eric looked back, Cleopatra was following at a smooth canter so he encouraged Bakari to go faster, the horse responding by flattening out, neck stretched as he galloped along.

  He finally reined the chestnut in when they arrived at the small river that ran through his property, lined with trees, the water bubbled over the rocks. It was one of his favourite spots but he really wanted to show Natasha his secret spot, the place he loved to come and just lie there, contemplating, or simply unwinding from the stresses of work and the more chaotic lifestyle of the mainland. Of course he was prepared for maybe more, the condom in his pocket if he could encourage his PA to take advantage of the privacy of his favourite, secluded spot and make love with him.

  “This is my favourite place to come when I stay here. I like the peace and quiet. The only sound is the water flowing.”

  “I can understand that, it’s perfect.” She smiled at him.

  “Do you want to stay here for a little while? We can tie up the horses. Stretch our legs a bit. If you haven’t ridden for a long time baby, I don’t want you getting sore.”

  “I’d love to.” They dismounted and Eric tied both horses up to a tree. He helped Natasha dismount and grabbed her when she stumbled slightly, falling against Cleopatra who snorted and shifted sideways a couple of steps. He reassured the mare and held Natasha until she had regained her balance.

  “Are you ok baby?”

  She laughed. “I think my legs are protesting from using muscles I haven’t used like this in quite a while.”

  He quickly swapped the horses so they were tied by the lead ropes around their necks so they had enough length to pick at the grass a bit if they wanted to. “Will they be ok?” She asked.

  “They’ll be fine. They’ve just finished the show circuit down here. Remember I told you my neighbour’s kids use them for showing? Ben and Alex are very experienced with horses. These two are used to being tied up for hours baby, they’ll stand all day if they have to.”

  He took her hand and led her down to the bank of the river. They walked along the bank for a while with fish leaping up occasionally from the water. “You have fish in your river Eric.” She sounded surprised.

  “It’s not my river baby, it just flows through part of my property but yes, there’s fish, trout I think.”

  “Do you fish at all?”

  He laughed. “I used to fish years ago but I don’t have the time anymore plus I prefer to order my fish already cooked and ready to eat rather than go through the whole catching it and cleaning it baby.”

  They went back to walking in silence until they came to where a large tree had fallen over the river. “Think you can cross this?” He asked her. She looked nervous as she eyed off the tree that formed a natural bridge. “Come on baby, I’ll hold you. There’s a pretty clearing on the other side of the river where the trees form like a canopy over it. I’d love to show you but we have to cross to get to it.”

  “Ok Eric, but don’t you dare let go of my hand. I don’t want to fall in the river.”

  “Never my beautiful girl.” He thought to himself. “Baby, I’ll never let you go.” He told her, tightening his grip as he carefully led her over the tree. She must have been terrified because her grip on his hand was that hard, his fingers were going white as she squeezed so tightly she restricted the blood flow to his hand.

  Once they got to the other side, he laughed when she gave a big sigh of relief and he pulled her into his arms, dropping a kiss on her parted lips. “See baby? I told you I’d get you across safely.” He took her hand again and they continued walking.

  Finally they reached the clearing. The grass was long and lush, with purple flowers adding a show of colour to the secret clearing. The entire area was surrounded by trees that had grown and formed a natural canopy over the area but the sun made it through in some areas, creating a dappled affect over the grassy spot.

  He watched her face to see what her reaction was and he saw the look of wonder in her expression. “Oh god Eric, it’s beautiful.”

  “Yes it is baby.” His eyes weren’t on the clearing though, they were on her face. God but she was so beautiful. This secret place of his paled in comparison to her beauty. She looked up at him and blushed when she realised he was looking at her and not the clearing.

  He pulled her into his arms, his lips closing over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips to curl around hers. She responded, her tongue plunging into his mouth and he groaned, pulling her closer, sliding a hand down her back until he cupped the sweet curve of her buttocks and pressed her against his cock which was growing and hardening in his jeans. Fuck but he wanted her. He always wanted her but the question was could he get her to agree to making love outside in this special clearing of his?

  “Eric.” She moaned against his lips and her hands tunnelled through his hair, dragging him closer.

  “Fuck it Natasha, I need you again baby. I can never get enough of you.” He groaned. She responded by cupping his erection through the denim and rubbing her hand over him which only made him harder until he was pressing uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.

  He unbuckled her belt with hands that were shaking and dropped it on the ground, pulled her t-shirt over her head, before cupping her breasts through her bra, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples that hardened under his touch. He unclasped her bra, slipping it
from her shoulders where it joined the growing pile of clothing on the lush grass.

  When she hooked his t-shirt and started to lift it, he raised his arms to give her easier access and had to bite down hard on his lip when she ran her hands over his bare chest, tugging at his nipples before replacing her hands with her lips, sucking his tiny buds into her mouth, one by one.

  She dropped her hands to his belt, unbuckling it and carefully lowered his fly obviously mindful of the fact that he went commando most of the time except for when he was at work. As soon as she had his jeans undone, his erect cock sprang free eager for some attention. Her fingers curled around him and he thrust into her hand, feeling his control slipping.

  With growing urgency, he pulled her into his arms, pinning her hand between their bodies and he dragged one of her thighs up around his leg so he could press his cock in against her pussy. Fuck what the hell was wrong with him? They had a lot of sex and yet it never seemed to be enough. He was always teetering on the edge of losing all control.

  “Damn baby, I want you so much.” He moaned and released her long enough to undo her jeans and tug them and her panties down her legs until she could step out of them. He grabbed the condom from the pocket of his jeans and saw a tiny smile curve her lips. “What is it baby?”

  “Do you carry them around with you everywhere?”

  “Only with you.” He thought to himself. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but these last few days, the sex had increased one hell of a lot. “Every man does baby. We’re always hopeful so it pays to be prepared. Never leave home without it.” He grinned.

  She took the condom from him, tearing it open and quickly sheathed him with it. Finally with them both naked, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, the movement mimicking what he would soon be doing with his cock.

  He lowered her to the lush grass that formed a natural cushion and slipped a hand between her legs finding her almost dripping wet. He coated his fingers in her juices and circled her clit, rubbing it and lightly pinching it until she gasped and writhed under his hand.

  “Baby I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now.” He rolled onto her and groaned when she parted her legs to give him better access. He grabbed his cock and held it at her weeping pussy, until the head was wet from her and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.

  Natasha wrapped her legs around his hips and Eric settled into a rhythm of steady thrusts, his lips pressed against her neck, his breathing harsh against her skin. He could feel her muscles clamping around him, her hips rising to meet his and he began to drive harder into her as he sensed she was getting closer to her orgasm.

  Her hands cupped his ass as she encouraged him to move even faster and he obliged, giving his girl what she wanted, slamming into her, their bodies slapping noisily against one another. Suddenly he stopped, he needed to give her more. He pulled out of her, sitting back on his heels even though his body screamed its protest at being denied access to her warm and wet pussy. Natasha cried out, her hands clutching at him, trying to draw him back to her and he groaned, his cock jerking in response to the frustration and need in her cry.

  “Eric please.” She gasped, her eyes desperate as she pleaded with him.

  The look on her face nearly made him come on the spot and he had to grind his teeth together as he fought for control. “Soon baby.” He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, angling her body up to him and the sight of her glistening folds and soaked pussy tested his control even more. “Oh fuck.” He groaned before grasping his penis and holding it against her entrance. With one violent thrust, he rammed his cock back into her, slamming up against her cervix which made her cry out again.

  Completely out of control he drove into her over and over again, his lips pulled back from his gritted teeth, his breath hissing through them as he felt her tightening around him, drawing him deeper into her. “Eric. Oh god. I’m coming.” She cried.

  Her words urged him on until he was pounding into her as hard as he could. She tensed, screaming his name and he felt her come apart around his cock, her hips bucking violently. “Give it to me baby, all of it.” He gasped as her muscles clutched him in waves, drawing a half strangled groan from his lips and he drove into her seeking his own release.

  She cried out and he knew she was working towards a second orgasm, her muscles clamping down on him like a vice. Fuck but he couldn’t handle much more of this. He rammed into her hard and fast, hearing her breathing hitch again. “Oh god Eric. It feels so good.”

  “Come on baby.” He urged her on and pressed a thumb to her clit between their bodies. At his touch, she climaxed again and he followed her, pumping his release into her, his cock jerking as he came hard. He thrust a few more times until he’d emptied himself completely before lowering Natasha’s legs and collapsing on top of her, panting as he struggled to draw breath.

  When his breathing started to settle, he pulled out of her, removed the condom and tied a knot in it before tossing it off into the grass. “Litterbug.” She teased and he grinned at her.

  “It’s my property baby and anyway, what was I supposed to do with it? Carry it back in my pocket?” That was something he had no intention of doing and besides one condom dumped on his land in an area where none of his stock could get to was hardly going to create an environmental problem.

  He climbed to his feet, looking down at her as she lay sprawled out in the long grass. She looked relaxed, extremely satisfied, with the softness in her eyes and some slight swelling of her full lips from his ferocious assault on them. Her nipples were still hard, he could see her pussy wet and glistening where her legs were parted. Just looking at her made his heart swell with his love for her.

  She was watching him too, her eyes travelling over the length of him, those stunning eyes of hers settling briefly on his cock which lay soft against his balls now. Still if she continued to look at him the way she was, he wouldn’t stay soft for long. “If you keep looking at me like that baby, we’ll never get back home.” He warned her.

  When her tongue came out to circle her lips, he knew he had to do something before he simply lowered himself back on top of her and took her again. Instead, he bent down and pulled her to her feet. “No baby, we have to get back.” Grinning when she pouted at him. Damn, but she was insatiable. It excited the hell out of him because she wanted him with the same kind of never ending desire he felt for her.

  “Spoil sport.” She muttered.

  He dropped a hard kiss on her lips. “Come on baby, I’m not just here as your play thing. Get dressed.” He slapped her on her sweet butt when she bent down to pick up her clothes from where they lay in the grass. She squealed and threw her clothes at him, laughing when her bra tangled on his head.

  Eric pulled her bra off and walked towards her, giving her a cheeky growl. She squealed again and took off, sprinting barefoot through the long grass, not at all concerned it would seem that she was naked. He bolted after her, catching her easily before swinging her into his arms and kissing her again. She struggled to get free, but he held her easily with one arm and with the other he started tickling her. “Eric, please, stop it, I can’t stand it, anything but tickling me, PLEASE!” She screamed, wriggling frantically to get free.

  He wouldn’t stop though. It was fun playing with her like this. She was surprisingly strong, kicking and squirming desperate to get away from his tickling fingers. It was only after she’d brushed against his cock several times that it stopped being a game of fun to him and desire started to surge through his body again. He felt his shaft hardening and lengthening between them and he knew she’d felt his growing erection when she stopped fighting him and lay quietly in his arms. He could feel her heart thumping where his arm was wrapped around her.

  “I thought you wanted to get back.” She whispered as he dragged her hard up against his body.

  “Fuck getti
ng back.” He growled, bending to kiss her, nibbling his way along her bottom lip. Damn but he couldn’t believe he wanted her again so soon. What she did to him blew his mind. He couldn’t remember wanting sex this much when he was a teenager. What was it about her that turned him on so much, so often? He didn’t know and right now, he didn’t want to try and figure it out, he just wanted her again.

  Holding her against him, he lowered them to the thick grass again, rolling onto her and pinning her down under his body as he kissed her, his passion threatening to consume him. He tilted his body to one side, slipping a hand between her legs to bury a couple of fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. He twisted them curling them to brush over her g spot and he knew he’d hit his target when she writhed against him, her hips lifting into his hand.

  Watching her so aroused was driving him crazy. “Fuck Natasha. How do you do this to me? I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want you. I can’t get enough of you.” He said before crushing her lips against hers.

  His cock slipped between her thighs and he pushed the swollen head against her pussy. “I want you too. Please Eric.” She arched against him, the urgency in her voice driving him crazy and his own desire almost overwhelmed him.

  “Fuck I have to have you now baby.” He groaned, his cock slipping between her thighs and he pushed the swollen head of his shaft against her wet core. Just as he pulled back ready to plunge into her, a dose of reality made its presence felt in his head and it was like a cold bucket of water over his desire. He swore loudly, calling on every obscenity he could think of. “Fuck, fuck and damn.” He swore, pulling away from her and sitting back on the long grass, his hands raking through his hair as he cursed his own stupidity and the fact that he was a horny bastard who should have been happy with making love to her once, but no, he’d wanted a second round. Trouble was, he hadn’t come prepared for more than one round. He didn’t have a second condom. Fuck, fuck and fuck!