Dec the Halls

by Gianni Holmes

  But was that a bad thing? To be obsessed with my husband? His body?

  I coated my fingers with lube and probed his hole. There was no rush to my movements, nothing but a sweet languor in the knowledge that this day was ours. I could take all the time in the world I needed to get him primed and ready for me.

  Owen slowly came to his senses, clutching the sheets and panting. “Daddy?” he gasped as I thrust my fingers deep inside him. “Please.”

  I leaned forward and kissed his neck. “What do you want, baby boy?”

  “Need you,” he moaned. “Please. All of you.”

  I lubed my dick and slicked it over his hole several times, not exactly giving him what he wanted. “Want it hard?”

  “I just want it.” He reached back and grabbed my thigh. “You.”

  Easing up onto my arms, I continued rubbing my dick along his crease, enjoying the way his hole relaxed and gaped, then clenched when I passed over it instead of slipping in. I could come from just sliding along his butt cheeks like this, but I wasn’t selfish.

  I kissed his neck, held my cock right at his entrance, and slowly pushed inside him, bottoming out. His guttural groan rumbled from his chest into his back. I fanned my legs out on either side of him and leisurely ground my boy the way we both wanted.

  “Oh fuck,” he cried out, lifting his head and turning it sideways. I caught his lips with mine, kissing him with all the intensity I felt inside. I sped up my tempo, the slow slip and slide notching up until I was holding him down by both arms and fucking him like he kept begging me to.

  “Drill my hole hard, Daddy.”

  So I drilled hard.

  “Deeper, Daddy.”

  So I thrust deeper.

  “Give it to me, Daddy.”

  So I gave him every fucking thing I got. The bed dipped beneath our bodies with all the crazy rocking motion. Owen’s loud cries filled the room as he humped the bed. And then he begged me

  “Please, Daddy. Please let me come inside you.”

  How could I deny him? He didn’t often have the need to fuck me, but when he did, he made the experience so good I had no reason to object.

  I pulled out and lay on my side while Owen grabbed the lube with a shaking hand. I kissed him as he prepped me, his fingers stretching my ass. I was still so incredibly tight that when he finally pushed the head of his cock into me, it stung before the discomfort gave way under relaxed muscles and desire.

  When Owen was fully seated inside me, he buried his face into my neck. “I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.” He kept mumbling. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  He was trembling so much, I rocked back onto his cock, helping myself in a slow rhythm until he had gotten a hold of himself.

  He clung to my hips, fingers biting into my flesh as he pulled out and thrust inside me. His pelvis slapped against my ass. He kissed me everywhere, my shoulder, my neck, my ear, even my hair, and he slipped his hands around me and rubbed over my diamond pierced nipples.

  “Fuck!” My nipples were so sensitive to the touch it triggered mini explosions in my gut. I grasped my cock and stroked vigorously. Owen thrust once, twice. My body tightened, my vision went out of whack, and I spilled my seed over my hand on my thigh.

  I lay on my side, spent and sated. Owen took my hand, brought it to his mouth, and licked off every drop of my cum while he kept thrusting in me.

  “Come for me,” I moaned. “You’re going to fill Daddy’s ass, then take it back inside you.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” His pelvis was flush against my bottom, grinding into me. He twitched, and his body convulsed under the force of his climax.

  “That’s it, baby.” I gripped his hand and squeezed. He returned the pressure, collapsing against my back, blowing hard.

  “Oh God, Christmas sex is the best,” he groaned into my neck. “I think I saw Rudolph and a sleigh. It would explain the bright line.”

  I’d barely caught my breath, but I managed a chuckle. “Merry Christmas, Owen.”

  “Oh, wait.” He gently eased out of me and slid down the bed. Before I could blink, I was on my back, legs over his shoulders, his mouth lapping at my hole. When he was done, he gently laid my weak legs back onto the bed and climbed over my body, then kissed me hard.

  “Now I followed Daddy’s instructions to a T. I think we can say I’ve been good for the better part of the year. I’ll go unwrap my gifts under the tree.”

  He scrambled off the bed, and I followed suit. “On the contrary, you’ve been nothing but naughty since I met you.”

  Owen winked at me as he walked into the bathroom. “So, we agree it’s your influence, then?”

  I couldn’t disagree with that. We washed up, then trotted downstairs so Owen could start on his presents.

  “You only get to choose one,” I told him as I set off for the kitchen. “Don’t open anything until I get there.”

  I made us both coffee, which I had at least perfected despite Owen’s and David’s teasing that I couldn’t help myself in the kitchen. I returned to the living room with the two steaming mugs and found Owen turning on the television. Lucky lay quietly on his bedding, chewing on a ball.

  “Another Hallmark Christmas special?” I groaned.

  “Nope. This is Owen’s Christmas special.” He grinned. When I quirked a brow, he became serious. “I really hope I’m doing the right thing. I wanted to give you my gift before the others got here.”

  Suddenly I understood. “That’s the real reason you were excited about the gifts. You got something special for me?”

  “God, I hope so. It can go incredibly well or horribly wrong.”

  “Now I’m curious.”

  He fiddled with the television, and when he was satisfied, he grabbed the remote control. I patted the seat beside me, and he sat, his legs tucked under him. I pulled on them until he relaxed enough for me to place his feet in my lap, then passed him his cup of coffee.

  “Thank you.” He took a sip of the coffee. “What do you gift someone who already has everything? I didn’t know what to get you. Then I found something I thought you’d like, and I hope I’m not wrong.”

  “Now you have me worried.”

  “If you want me to turn it off, just say the word.”

  “Fine. Now satisfy my curiosity and stop with the suspense already.”

  I tried to lighten the mood, but his reaction wasn’t exactly comforting. He pressed the play button, and I frowned when nothing appeared except for a scrambled mess.

  “Just wait. The first part seemed to have been damaged, but it will come soon.”

  I waited a good half minute before anything showed. Her voice came on first, even before the images cleared on the video. Then she appeared on the screen, laughing, her blonde hair rippling down her back. I froze.

  “Charles, stop videoing us. You know he’s shy.”

  “He’s my boy. There’s nothing shy about him. Hey, son, wave to the camera?”

  The little boy in the video buried his face into the legs of the woman who shielded him from the camera. “Charles!”

  “Okay, I’ll put it away.”

  But he didn’t.

  The video continued playing, the memory only vague, but the video showing me what I would never remember. It was my fourth birthday, and my parents had thrown me a huge birthday party, inviting the kids of their numerous friends. I didn’t know many of these kids, though, and from the video, it was clear I wasn’t okay with so many unfamiliar faces.

  The video lasted only about ten minutes. Ten minutes of seeing her. Remembering her. When it finished, I stared at the blank screen, my mind completely blown. I never, ever in a million years would have expected this Christmas gift.

  “Declan, say something,” Owen said, his voice hesitant as he pulled his legs from my lap. “I’m sorry if it was too much.”

  “How did you get that?” I finally managed to ask.

  “Remember you told me where Charles stowed all the Christmas stuff? Well, there’s a lot mo
re in those boxes than just ornaments.”

  He hopped up from the seat, placed his coffee cup on the coffee table, and walked to the tree. He plucked a box from underneath and returned, placing it in my lap. “Merry Christmas, Declan.”

  I took the gift from him and tore it open. Inside were several discs.

  “I didn’t go through them,” he said quietly, sitting beside me. “I was curious, so I popped the first one in and saw what was on it. I decided to box up the rest for you, but I didn’t want to go through your private stuff to check which ones are working and which aren’t.”

  I took up the discs, deciphering the faded writing on the paper on each.

  Declan’s first steps.

  Declan’s first birthday.

  Declan’s first day at school.

  Video after video of my life.

  “I completely forgot how obsessed Charles was about making videos,” I said softly. “Thank you for this thoughtful gift.”

  Only then did Owen’s shoulders release its tension, and his face morphed into a picture of relief. “You’re not mad then?”

  “Why would I be mad?” I asked him. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. I didn’t even know these existed, Owen. It’s like I get to see her again. Her sickness tainted the memories I had of her before. These are reminders.”

  “Then I’m glad I found them.”

  I grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, overwhelmed with emotions. By him and the little piece of my mother he had brought back to me.

  “And I’m glad I found you.”

  ***

  Thank You

  Thank you for reading another story of these guys. Writing them was the best experience ever, and I hope you enjoyed this journey as well. A trip down memory lane. With the spin-off stories for the series coming in 2020, I believe this is the perfect way to end the year!

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  So You Loved Dec the Halls. What Next?

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  About the Author

  Gianni Holmes is a high school Spanish teacher by day and a naughty but nice writer by night. She loves to watch romantic comedies, especially old sitcoms such as Everybody Loves Raymond and The Andy Griffith Show. She spends much of her time writing or impersonating her characters. Apart from her love of superheroes, she also enjoys cartoons and watches them regularly. She is a single mother who lives with her five-year-old daughter in the Caribbean. Her mission is to write heat with heart, spinning compelling stories that will leave readers wanting more.