Take Care of You
Mother’s Day special
Gianni Holmes
Take Care of You: A Mother’s Day Special © 2019 Gianni Holmes
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Warning
This short story contains sexual content that is intended for a mature adult audience. It is not meant to be read as a standalone.
Author’s Note
Hi reader,
This short story was written for Mother’s Day. I figured having read Take Care of You, and knowing Declan’s plight with his mother, that we’d be interested to see how he’s been handling this day. Of course, he has Owen with him this time, so will Owen help make it a difference?
This short story is hot, sexy, and emotional as well. I hope you appreciate the effort that went into creating it.
Kind regards
Gianni
Owen
Shoving the roasted green asparagus around my plate unnecessarily since I was full and not about to take another bite, I glanced up at Declan from beneath my eyelashes. He was distracted, had become quiet throughout dinner. He frowned a lot, until I wondered why he had decided that we should go out tonight anyway. It was obvious he wasn’t having any fun out tonight.
Declan was rarely ever glum when we went out, so I was concerned. We always had a good time whenever he took me out on dates, and this was our last night in Paris before we’d fly home tomorrow. He’d insisted in me tagging along with him for his business meeting at some economic summit that was being held in the city. Since I could now do my job from anywhere in the world, thanks to him, I’d been only too happy to be glued to his side. I’d long since arrived at the conclusion that Declan didn’t mind having his older boyfriend around. In fact, he didn’t stress so much with meetings and conferences if I was with him.
He called me his Xanax. I supposedly kept the anxiety and stress away, but I didn’t get that vibe from him tonight. Something was troubling him, something so serious his mood wasn’t even swayed by the Trocadéro view we had from our window seat as we dined at 58 Tour Eiffel. This was the second time I had traveled to Paris with him, and I was still as awed as the first time we had made the trip.
I had a pretty damn good feeling about what was bothering him, but I wanted him to come out with it on his own. Knowing what I did of Dec though, he still guarded certain things close to his heart unless I pried. And sometimes I had to pry too fucking hard.
“We should stay in Paris for the rest of the weekend,” he stated, and I glanced up at him with a frown. I loved France, but I was looking forward to returning home. Before France, we had been in Spain and Germany. I kind of missed our home. Our bed. Fucking in all these strange beds was getting old. I needed a break in between these long absences away from our home.
“Why?” I asked him, reaching for a glass of the complimentary pink Champagne Demoiselle. This was my second glass while Declan was on his fourth. The stuff was too strong for me, and the older I got the more of a lightweight I realized I had become. He was young enough that he could manage to imbibe more than me.
Declan shrugged. “A little more time to sight-see. Shop. Plus, didn’t you want to explore this place as a potential new setting for you-know-what.”
“I got enough pictures from the last time we were here,” I reminded him. “I’m kind of looking forward to going home.”
“But I’ve not yet fucked you in all the places on my list,” he said, eyes twinkling. This was the most relaxed I had seen him all night.
“We can go back home and use our imagination.”
He chuckled. “You know I’m not worth shit with words. I’ve no imagination. Numbers, and I’m good. You’d have to spell out for me what I’m doing.”
“I’ll write it out for you, and you can practice your lines.”
“Brat,” he spat at me. “I think I can manage improv just fine when it comes to dicking you down.”
My cheeks turned warm, and I glanced away from him to the pretty young waitress who reminded me a little of Summer. She asked if we wanted anything else, and after being reassured, we were fine, she moved on with a pleasant smile. The redness of her face though was enough to convince me she had heard Declan’s words.
“Thanks for broadcasting our sex life to another unsuspecting victim,” I told him.
Declan’s laugh filled the area where we were sitting, and a couple of heads swiveled in our direction. I didn’t care at the attention we were getting. It was just such a relief to hear his laugh.
He leaned forward, his hand disappearing beneath the table to creep up my thigh. “You don’t hear me talking about fucking you on the table this morning, do you?” he asked, his low tone sexy as hell. Goddammit, a boner. He was giving me a fucking boner right here in public. I wished I could say it was a first, but then I would have been lying.
“Am I broadcasting how filthy your mouth was this morning when I had you bent over the table dining on your ass? The sexy sounds you make when I stuck my tongue up your—”
“Jesus Christ, Dec!”
“Yeah, that’s kinda how you sounded.”
I closed my eyes, biting on my bottom lip and trying to think of anything but sex. But damn, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of my leg hitched on the table, my hand clutching Declan’s head while he tongue-fucked me to the brink then pulled back. This cat-and-mouse game of ours with Declan denying my orgasms was the frustratingly best thing I could have asked of him. My climaxes were certainly better since him allowing me to release was such a precious commodity.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Of course not,” I lied. Like what the hell else could I be thinking about but that cum-teasing tongue of his?
“Liar,” he called me out. “And do you know how I’m going to punish you?”
I swallowed, not liking the look in his eyes at all. “How?”
He rose to his feet and leaned over the table. Damn if his cologne didn’t hit me with the lust I always felt for this man.
“Meet me in the bathroom in five,” he said, straightening up. “You know I’m a stickler for time. Don’t be late.”
Declan
He was late.
Owen strolled into the bathroom exactly one minute after his allotted five minutes, and by the look on his face, I knew he had done it deliberately. Instead of being pissed, my cock lengthened, expanded, making me want to push him up against the counter and fuck him there. And fuck whomever wanted to walk in and catch us.
But, I still had some measure of restraint. I kicked one of the bathroom stalls open, and he meekly walked toward me, carefully avoiding touching me as he entered. I stepped inside after him and locked the door. I couldn’t tell the last time I’d fucked in a public bathroom. It wasn’t my style. I had more class than that, but there was no way I was going to wait for us to get back to La Réserve Paris before taking gratuitous pleasures from his body.
“On your knees,” I told him.
He glanced down at the floor as though to argue but found nothing he could use as an excuse. The bathroom floor was so clean it was glistening. Plus, we could throw out his suit when we got to the hotel if he preferred.
With a groan, Owen got down on his knees. “Can’t we wait until we get back to the hotel?” he asked.
I snapped at my belt buckle to loosen my pants. “Wrong question, Boy. Why do
n’t you try again?”
With one yank, I had my pants and underwear down my thighs. My cock poked out from beneath my slim-fitted shirt, the head glistening with precum. I smirked at Owen’s hungry eyes, gobbling up the sight of my hardon.
“Please,” he begged, eyes still glued to my cock. “May I have your cock, Daddy?”
“Do you deserve it?” I asked him.
He made a whimpering sound at the back of his throat and squirmed under my hot glare. Lying was a level two offense. He knew that. He’d not been good.
“No, Daddy, but I’m sorry,” he murmured.
Grasping my dick in my hand, I closed the distance between us and grabbed his short hair with my other. I tugged his head back and lined his lips with the precum from my slit.
His tongue lapped at the juice, and I smacked him on the cheek with my cock. “Did I tell you that you could taste it?”
More whimpering. “No, Daddy.”
“Impatient much?” I slapped his other cheek with my cock, and he closed his eyes. His breathing deepened, his eyes following the movements of my cock. He loved it. Loved the way I smacked his lips over and over with my cock while he couldn’t taste because I hadn’t given him the go ahead.
“Please, Daddy,” he begged when I held out on him too long. “Please, I want to taste you.”
“You understand this is for my pleasure only?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll fuck your face, then I’ll pull your pants down when I’m close and fill you with my spunk.”
He moaned, the sound loud and echoing in the bathroom. If anyone had been in the bathroom with us, they would have immediately known what was happening. Not that I gave one damn.
“You won’t beg to come, will you?” I challenged him.
“No, Daddy.” Smack. Smack. His five o’clock shadow left my cock feeling prickled. Fuck, it was almost as sexy as the way he was watching my dick. Right. Left. Dead center.
“Even when my dick’s pounding your ass, you won’t beg?”
“No, Daddy,” he answered. “I won’t. I swear.”
“And why won’t you beg while I get to come in your ass?”
“Because it’s yours, Daddy. You can come in me as often as you want.”
I slipped the head of my cock between his lips. Just the tip. He swallowed, eyes tortured with the need to take me in.
“And will you love it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll love it so much. I’ll love you owning my body. I can wait until you want me to come.”
I removed my dick from his mouth, bent forward and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, clutching at the front of my shirt as he allowed me to kiss him senseless.
I yanked my mouth from him. “That’s a good boy. Now go ahead and make Daddy proud. Show me how much of a good boy you can be around Daddy’s cock.”
He dove forward, his mouth eager, but I yanked on his hair gently, pulling him short.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh, sorry, Daddy.” He dropped his eyes to the floor, assuming that repentant look of his that always broke me. This Boy was so fucking perfect in every way.
“Say it. Then you get my dick.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for giving me your cock.”
I relaxed my hold in his hair and smiled in encouragement at him. “There’s the good Boy I know is in there somewhere. Now get to work.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
His lips latched onto my cock, his eyes closing as he moaned in delight that I had given him his treat.
“Fucking hell!” I swore at the look of rapt pleasure on his face as he inched his lips down my cock, taking more and more of me.
Outside the stall, the bathroom door opened. His eyes flew open, and he started to pull back. I shook my head and indicated that whatever the hell happened, he was committed to sucking my cock, and I expected him to do it.
He sucked on me, careful not to make his usual sloppy sucking sounds. It was so hot the way he tried not to get us discovered while still fulfilling his obligations.
He sucked me throughout the pissing of whoever was outside the door. An everlasting piss that didn’t seem about to end anytime soon. Finally, it stopped, and the faucet came on. A few seconds later, it stopped, and footsteps echoed leading to the door which opened and closed.
I didn’t hesitate a minute to grip the back of Owen’s head. “We don’t have all night, Boy, but you can make Daddy come in a few, can’t you?”
His mouth was too busy for him to respond. Just the way I liked it. I thrust my hips, sending my cock down his throat. He gagged but recovered by the time I thrust again, this time expecting it and relaxing his throat muscles. Glop. Glop. My cock hit the saliva coating the back of his throat. Man, do I love the sound of fucking the back of his throat.
It wasn’t too long before my breath hitched, the muscles in my legs spasmed, my balls tightened, and I knew exactly what it meant. I pulled out of his mouth and stepped back, yanking him up and kissing him, saliva and all.
When he was getting into the kiss, I pushed him back against the door of the cubicle with his back facing me. I latched onto his neck while I fumbled with his belt.
“You keeping this ass all opened up for me?” I asked him, slapping him through the material of his pants hard.
“Yes, Daddy,” he moaned.
I yanked his pants down roughly. Beneath, he wore the jockstrap I had specially designed for him. Daddy’s Boy ran across the waistband. Between his cheeks was the butt plug I had inserted before we left for the restaurant. I had intended to keep him opened up nice and easy so as soon as we got back to the hotel, I could sink into his ass with little prep time. I’d been having a fucking hell of a day and only the thought of him made it bearable.
I brought my right hand up to his mouth, and he opened up, sucking on my fingers while I smacked my cock over the blunt end of the butt plug. He moaned around my finger.
“Spit on it.”
When he complied, I removed my saliva-coated fingers and carefully pulled out the butt plug. Uncertain what to do with it at first, I did the first thing that came to mind. I jammed it into his mouth while rubbing his saliva over his opening.
“So fucking hot,” I hissed, gripping his meaty ass to spread him open to my eyes. That open hole though…My cock throbbed. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I spat on my dick, got it slick enough with a few strokes that set me right back at the edge before I plunged inside him.
He grunted around the plug in his mouth. The door rattled as I pulled out and rocked back into his sweet ass.
I reached around him to grasp his cock and jerk on it. “You’re so hard,” I murmured into his ear. “But you won’t come, will you?”
He shook his head, and I bit his neck which he leaned back to expose more to my hot mouth. I pulled out and added more saliva for slick. I wished I had some lube on me since saliva dried up too quickly, but he was nice and opened up just right. I was already at the brink of coming too, so it wouldn’t be long.
“Good Boy. Daddy’s Boy. So fucking perfect. You love me fucking that tight hole, don’t you?”
He nodded and whimpered.
I fucked into his ass twice more before my balls pulled up, my spine tingled, and I swore my ass went numb from squeezing as a rush of cum spurted inside him. I moaned into his neck, the sound mingling with his whimpers as he pushed back his ass into my short tight shallow thrusts to milk my cock of every bit of what was inside.
Spent, I collapsed against his back, pressing him into the door. I brought my hand back to his cock, stroking him with just enough pressure to frustrate him.
“Do you want to come?” I asked him, testing him.
He started to nod before he shook his head. I licked his neck, and he twisted his around to seek comfort in my kiss. I removed the plug and delivered, gentling the rub of our lips, reassuring him of my love, my desire for him.
I slowly eased my cock out o
f him and reintroduced the butt plug, trapping my cum inside him for later.
“You’re so good to your Daddy,” I murmured in his ears. “Thank you.”
Owen
I hid my smile when the door to our suite closed with a soft thud, and as I started to walk off, Declan grabbed me by the back of my shirt and hauled me into him. I squirmed, but didn’t look at him, kept my head down in a meek gesture—the one he couldn’t resist. I would do anything for Declan to fuck me tonight and make me come. I wanted it so badly, and he could never resist the docile me.
Declan’s lips trailed along my neck, and when he pressed his pelvis into my ass, he was rock hard. It was less than thirty minutes since he’d fucked my face in the bathroom then emptied his cum inside my ass. Cum that was still deep inside me, bursting to come out but stopped up with the plug.
“I want you naked standing at the foot of the bed, hands above your head, hugging the post. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
I nodded, too turned on to speak for fear I would beg him to fuck me, but I’d promised him I wouldn’t beg, and if I did then he might not permit me to come. I needed to shoot my load something awful. It had been almost a week with him fucking me, coming inside of me but denying me my own orgasm. It was hot. It was torture. I wanted it to end at the same time I wanted the suspense of when to continue.
“Good Boy,” he praised, squeezing my ass.
When he released me, I hurried through the door to the bedroom because I didn’t want to have a stitch of garment on when he entered. Nothing to make him change his mind about what we were about to do tonight. I’d be as good as he wanted me to be.
Declan entered the room ten minutes later. My heart skipped a beat when I heard his footsteps come to a halt. I didn’t dare look back at him. I kept the pose he had mentioned he wanted to see me in. My hands were above my head, wrapped around the bed post, hanging on for dear life. My body was also pressed to the wood, and I leaned forward slightly to present a provocative picture of my ass.
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