CHAPTER 3: A TASTE OF WHAT'S TO COME
I was still tired from the marathon of sex I ended up having with Ryan last night. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up early in the morning. So, when Ryan tried to wake me up for a day in the mountains, it was a hard pass. I probably would have slept my life away had it not been for the noise coming from outside the house.
It sounded like the earth was falling apart. For a while, I tried to drown out the sound by tossing and turning in bed. I eventually gave up, threw the pillow over my face, and let out a scream. I climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, a beater, and my shoes. I needed the banging to stop.
I quickly made my way down the stairs and out of the house. I didn't see anyone around. Yet, the noise was louder than ever before. I was beyond angry. All I wanted to do was sleep and avoid Cameron.
"What the hell is that noise," I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"What noise," that smooth baritone voice of his came from the distance.
I slowly turned around, and there he was in the not so far away distance. Cameron stood there leaning against the white wooded fence. He flashed his charming smile at me. I paused for a moment and took in the scene. The sun captured his beauty in the right light. It cast a spell on me, almost pulling me in and refusing to let me go. The loud banging seemed to stop at his mere glance.
I moved across the field towards him. The closer I got to him, the more beautiful he appeared. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and I could see every muscle in his arms and the veins snaking through them. Those blue jeans hugged his thick quads and sunk in around his package. Speaking of his package, it was clearly visible. It hung to the left side, and it was massively thick. I could see the shape of his cock's fat head and his balls. I knew then he was cut just like Ryan.
I stopped a few feet from him. Like something out of a movie, this beautiful white horse came up behind him. Cameron squinted his eyes at me. His intense gaze burned a hole deep inside of me. I found myself not looking at his eyes but at his cock instead. I was impressed by the sheer thickness of it, and he wasn't even erect. I wondered what it looked like. I remembered the way it felt poking into my balls last night.
He snapped his fingers and said, "My eyes are up here."
I stuttered, "I'm sorry. What was that noise earlier? It sounded like the world was falling apart."
"There wasn't any noise. Aside from the trees blowing and the stream flowing, there was nothing," he said calmly.
I was in disbelief, "You're kidding. I heard it. It was so loud."
"I don't know what you heard. I've been out here all morning with Cairo, and I heard nothing," he said as he turned and petted the horse.
I admired his firm ass in those tight jeans for a quick second. I wondered what his ass looked like when he fucked someone. Would it shake and bounce, or would the muscles flex? He cleared his throat, and that brought my focus back to the conversation at hand.
"Whose Cairo," I asked.
"This is Cairo," he said as he continued loving on the horse. "Do you ride?"
Offended, I replied, "I don't think that's any of your business. Just because you kissed me doesn't mean-"
"I was talking about the horse," he said, cutting me off mid-sentence with a grin as wide as the sky.
"Oh," I chuckled. "Sorry. No, I don't. Always wanted to try it. Guess I never had the chance."
"I could teach you. Under one condition, though. You have to admit we kissed each other last night, he said cockily.
"I beg your pardon," I feign shock.
"Admit it. You kissed a Cameron, and you liked it," he sang.
"Don't ever do that again," I laughed.
"Well, admit it," he said.
I don't even know why I was playing this game with him. Maybe it was because I was bored, or maybe it was his charm. Whatever the reason is, I gave in and played the game right along with him.
"Maybe I kissed you back, but you kissed me first," I said with a roll of my eyes.
True to his word, Cameron put me on a horse. What I didn't expect but really should have was for him to also jump on the horse with me. Cameron sat directly behind me. He pulled our bodies close together. I could feel his soft member poking into my lower back. It brought back the memories of our brief make-out session.
"Are you comfortable," he asked from behind. The feel of his breath on the back of my neck gave me goosebumps.
I simply nodded my head, and he began the lesson. I was riding a horse for the first time. I felt stretched in one way, aroused in another, and delighted in all ways. The wind was blowing through my hair and I was a proud cowboy in the making.
"Why aren't you with your family today," I asked as we rode through the cluster of trees.
"Someone needed to stay behind for when sleeping beauty woke up," he chuckled at his own joke. "You'll come to learn that I'm a bit of a loner in my family."
"A loner?" I paused. "Is that by choice or consequence?"
