Take Care of You

by Gianni Holmes

  My breathing deepened when I heard the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone. I listened to the whisper of clothes being removed from his body, closing my eyes so I could envision what he was doing. His footsteps gentled without his shoes when he approached me.

  “Who’s a good Boy?” he whispered in my ear.

  “I-I am?” It came out uncertain.

  “Yes, you are,” he affirmed, brushing a hand over the expanse of my shoulder. “How is it possible that you continue to get me so hard just by looking at you? Hmm? It’s like your body’s a bait, that I’ll follow over and over again knowing damn well I’ll be hooked.”

  “I-I love you, Daddy,” I told him because he needed to know I felt the same.

  “Trying to soften me up, Boy, so that I’ll make you come?”

  “No, Daddy. I come when you want. Not before you. I trust you know when.”

  “Fuck, you keep saying all the right things and tonight will be your lucky night.”

  I caught my moan and waited for his next move. With him, I could never tell. I sucked in a deep breath when he reached up to my hands and looped them in a tight hold with his belt. I tried to tug free, but I was held fast. This wouldn’t be the first time he had tied me up, and just as with everything else he did to me, I loved it. Was there anything this man did to me that I didn’t love?

  Declan’s lips found my neck, and he kissed a path down my spine. My body stiffened at first then relaxed as it got used to the sensual drag of his succulent lips straddling each vertebra. The closer he got to my ass, the harder I breathed. I was trying desperately to be calm, but I was a weeping mess inside, desperately wanting to beg him to fuck me into exhaustion until I couldn’t move for the rest of the night.

  After the way he had been teasing me for the past week, it was the only way I wanted tonight. But I’d take him anyhow I got him.

  He knelt behind me and covered my ass cheeks with kisses, grabbing under the fleshy part of my ass and opening me up to him. I clung harder to the pole, chest braced forward, legs shuffling apart like a greedy whore who couldn’t be satisfied. I’d never be satisfied until he was deep inside me.

  Declan spread my ass cheeks, and I whimpered. I twisted my head to take in the sight of him, dipping his head between my cheeks. He circled the plug with his tongue before he clamped his mouth around it and started to pull the toy out of my ass. With his teeth. Holy fuck.

  With a pop, the plug fell out, and he tossed it onto the bed. I groaned as the load he had pumped into me before we left for the restaurant and once more in the bathroom started to ooze out. I felt the goo running down my taint. Declan swiped a finger in the mess, stood and I opened up, already knowing his intent. I moaned as I sucked on his finger, licking up his cum.

  “Greedy Boy,” he chastised me, but kissed my jaw. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m ready when you are.”

  How could I not be? I’d had the plug stretching my ass for over two hours. Declan shifted away from me and retrieved the lube from the nightstand.

  “I should probably invest in a lube manufacturing business,” he said on a chuckle. “We get through a bottle too damn fast, baby.”

  Oh God, that endearment though. It got me every time. I swallowed hard, daring not to show my excitement too much when Declan coated his cock with lube. When I thought he was ready to do the same to me, he dropped back to his knees behind me. Without hesitation, he spread my cheeks and spat straight at my hole before his mouth descended and devoured me.

  “Oh my God, Daddy!” I cried out, bracing my self on the soles of my feet, arching my back. Hot tongue trailed over my butthole, cramming and lapping inside me. He felched his own cum from my ass, and it was so hot I almost shot my load right there. But I clenched my ass, and gritted my teeth. Oh fuck not yet. He wasn’t going to cheat me out of an orgasm without him hitting my prostate. I needed it intense. I needed to have my ears ringing even long after he had pulled out.

  He rose to his feet and reached for the lube again. He massaged a generous helping into my ass and grabbed my jaw with his other, turning my head to kiss me. The second his mouth touched mine, I knew his intent. I stuck my tongue into his mouth, lapping at his own cum that he still had to share with me. I drank out of his mouth, taking in everything, moaning and sucking on his tongue to ensure I really got it all.

  Declan smiled against my lips. “You have all that’s coming to you and more, Boy. Just be patient.”

  His cock head slipped into my ass, and I groaned. He took hold of my cheeks, pulling them up and apart as he pressed deeper, filling me to the hilt of his cock.

  “Fuck!” I whimpered, panting. “Oh fuck.”

  “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to leave you alone?”

  “No! No, Daddy!” I cried, horrified at the thought of him leaving me tonight with such pent-up emotions.

  “Then tell me what you want, Boy.”

  “For you to fuck me!” I shouted in the room. “I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll still feel the impression of your cock in my ass tomorrow. Please.”

  Declan pulled back, completely leaving my body before he fucked into me hard.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Yes! Fuck yes! Thank you, Daddy!” I flung my ass back to meet his expected thrust the next time. Slap! Slap! His pelvis smacked into my ass as he continued fucking me with reckless abandon. He held onto the belt above me and rammed his cock as deep as he could go. I whimpered, feeling the pressure of burn and pleasure each time he got to my prostate. My ass felt carved out in two with his cock pumping furiously, but I still begged him to fuck me harder. I needed…Oh fuck, how I needed.

  He grabbed my left leg and lifted, creating a new angle that had him thrusting deeper inside me. I pulled at the restraint, wanting to touch myself, to jerk off because I was so close, but I was well and truly tied up. No easy climax for me tonight.

  As though sensing my thoughts, Declan took hold of my hard cock and pumped me to the rhythm of his embedded in my ass. He hissed, he swore, and he blasphemed as he rode my ass, his stamina admirable.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” I chanted. “Just like that Daddy. Fuck my ass Daddy. Holy fuck that’s so good.”

  “Yeah, Boy, so fucking good,” he growled at me. “Who’s sweet tight ass is this?”

  “Yours, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m so yours.”

  “Mine,” he growled. “Always mine. Now come for me.”

  His note of possession was exactly what I needed. I fucking screamed as my body stiffened, my ass spasming around his cock like a drug addict going through withdrawal.

  “Yes! Yes!” he canted, stroking me harder. “That’s it. That’s my Boy. You love coming from Daddy’s dick up your ass?”

  I was too choked to response, too overwhelmed in the flood of emotions that crashed over me with my climax. And when the buzz fell away, I dropped back down to earth with a crash that would have hurt hadn’t he been there, hands around me, holding me, kissing me, telling me how much he loved me, how much he cared for me.

  Always caring for me.

  Declan

  Basking in the aftermath of sex with Owen, I lay propped up in bed with the pillows at my back. He was half on top of me, head on my chest while I read through his book. He dozed off every now and then before waking up to ask me what I thought so far.

  I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, temporarily distracted by his bare ass on top of he covers. Such a nice round firm—

  “Go ahead,” he murmured amused, and when I glanced at him, he was smiling sleepily at me. “You can touch it. I won’t tell the owner.”

  “If I touch it, I might not stop,” I answered truthfully. Earlier when he’d come, trembling in my arms, I had pulled out before I could get to my own happy place. I’d taken enough from his body, and that moment had been all about him.

  “Go ahead,” he told me. “I don’t mind. You can have me anytime I want.”

  I rubbed my t
humb over his bottom lip, and he sucked it into his mouth. “You have no sense of self-preservation.” I told him. “I’ve been cramming your ass with my cock every chance I get or have you been so horny that you haven’t noticed.”

  He shifted over to me some more, placing a hand over my waist. “I noticed. How could I not? I notice everything about you.”

  I scoffed, smiling at him affectionately. “You think you do.”

  “I do.” He leaned forward to capture my right nipple into his mouth, and my body jerked. Since the night he’d sucked my nipples until I climaxed, my mind made the act even more sensual.

  “Hey, stop that.”

  He released with a sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I went back to reading his book, pretending he wasn’t staring at me thoughtfully. When it went on for several minutes, I gave up reading and placed the book onto the bed.

  “Okay, spill. What’s going through that mind of yours. You’ve been looking at me funny.”

  “Umm, I wasn’t sure if I should say anything.”

  “Well, you might as well now. What’s on your mind?”

  “You,” he answered quickly for someone who wasn’t sure he shouldn’t say anything. “I’ve been thinking a lot about why you don’t want to go home.”

  I stiffened, then deliberately made myself relax. “Who says that?”

  “Well, you want to extend our trip to France.”

  “So we can appreciate the scenery some more.”

  “No, we both know that’s not true. You’re avoiding home for a reason. Now tell me why.”

  I sighed. I had wanted an older, smarter, more responsible man in my life. This was what I also got with it. A partner with more insight than me sometimes. It was hard to get one over on him.

  “Is it because Mother’s Day is in a couple of days?”

  Right on the first go. I should be alarmed how easily he was able to read me.

  “I-I can’t tell the last time I’ve spent Mother’s Day at home,” I answered, frowning. “Charles always had us go elsewhere when it was that time of the year, and when I grew up I kind of continued he tradition.”

  He kissed my chest. “Is it still so hard for you? I know you were young when it happened. A lot of years have passed though, Declan. Maybe a part of you not getting over it is because you haven’t gone back to see her on Mother’s Day. I bet she’d be sad about that.”

  “I keep thinking it’s going to be too hard. Why dredge up all the bitter memories? She’s gone, and I can’t do anything about that. Mother’s Day just reminds me of the mother I lost way too soon. Who wants to be reminded of that?”

  “I know it’s hard,” he said, speaking slowly as though weighing his words. “But, what about honoring her on that day? She was a wonderful mother. Maybe instead of bottling up all those memories, you should let them free. Allow the inner child in you to have his memories of his mother.”

  I frowned for a long time, processing everything he said. I wanted to tell him to shove his advice up his ass as he had no idea what it was like to lose a mother. His mother was still alive even though they were estranged. But, he had a point, and I was tired of carrying the burden of a dead woman’s memory in my mind and heart for so long. Maybe it really was time to let loose those memories.

  I gripped his chin and rubbed my lips against his. “You know, Summer’s right. You’re like a bloody Dr. Phil without the fancy degree.”

  Owen

  “Are you okay?”

  I glanced over at Declan in concern as we approached his mother’s grave. He smiled at me without answering, reaching out to grasp the hand nearest to him as we continued in silence.

  Mother’s Day. The first one Declan would be spending with his mother since he lost her. I couldn’t help wondering if I had been wrong and I should have left well enough alone. What if I had only made matters worse? He had woken up this morning from a nightmare—the first he’d had in a long time.

  I’d tried to comfort him, but he’d chosen to take comfort the only way he knew how to process. He’d fucked us both to completion and only then had I been allowed to hold him. He had such similarity to my daughter Summer in losing memories they should have had of their mothers, that my heart ached for him. No wonder he and Summer now got along so well like house on fire. When they were together, it was hard to believe she’d tried to push him away.

  I paused just before we got to his mother’s grave. “Do you want to do this alone? I can wait for you here.”

  His hand tightened on mine. “No, I want you with me.”

  I nodded and followed him over to his mother’s grave. We worked in silence, cleaning up the weed that had grown around the headstone in our absence. I paused, waiting for him to make the next move, believing this was something he had to do. We had talked about it before, and he had sounded resolute last night, but I couldn’t do this for him.

  He pulled up the first red rose, then another. I rocked back on my heels and allowed him to finish the task alone. When he was done, I handed him the new flowers. Lilies. He’d explained to me last night why he’d chosen the lilies.

  “It’s from one of the last happy memories I have of her before she was diagnosed with the cancer,” he’d said while I wrapped him in the cocoon of my arms. “We were all on an island for vacation and I can remember her on the beach, lilies in her hair. I can hear her laugh…Charles’s laugh.”

  It didn’t take long to get all the lilies planted. When he was done, he caressed the tombstone before rising to his feet, a smile on his face, and a freshness about his eyes. I’d loved every rose he’d given me, not realizing how prickly they were or the deception of them. They held such beauty, but the thorns beneath them were hurtful. They had held an obsession for him that hadn’t been heathy because as long as he had that rose garden, he would not let go.

  “Let’s go,” Declan said, getting to his feet. “Thanks for helping me to do this.”

  I nodded. “But before you go, there’s one more thing I want to do.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah? Do you believe she knows you’re here now?”

  He shrugged, cupping the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I don’t think much about the afterlife.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know either, but just in case.”

  “What are you doing?”

  I ignored him and stared intently at the grave even though I knew she wasn’t there anymore.

  “I’m sorry we never got a chance to meet,” I started to say.

  “Owen—”

  I pulled Declan into my side and slipped my hand in his dirty one. “Shush. It’s impolite to interrupt me when I’m talking to your mother.”

  He chuckled. “She would have boxed my ear when I was little for being rude.”

  “Aha. What else?”

  “Once I hadn’t done my chores, and I had to go to bed without any dessert.”

  “Ah, now I see where you get your penchant for punishment.”

  He squeezed my hand. “Yeah, well, later that night, Charles brought me dessert. It was our little secret I swore never to tell.”

  I laughed. “I’m guessing she knows now.” I stared at his mother’s grave again. “I hope you forgive him for not telling you. Despite his misdeeds as a child, he’s grown into a wonderful man that I’m grateful every day he’s in my life.” Owen’s hand tightened in mine, but he didn’t try to prevent me from speaking this time. “He loved you a lot, grieved you so hard. So has Charles. Although your time was short with them, you’ve had such a remarkable impact on him, and he means everything to me. I can’t do anything about the previous years, but I promise you I’ll love him and take care of him. I’ll do everything I can to make him happy even with this weird kink he has of wanting me to—”

  “Owen!” Declan scolded. “You don’t tell a man’s mother you’re calling him Daddy while he’s deep inside you.”

  “Uh actually you just did.”

  He shook his head as if in won
der at me. “You’re so getting punished tonight.”

  I raised an eyebrow at him. “See, you mentioned it again.”

  He squeezed me close to his side, kissing my temple before he turned to face the grave much like I had done.

  “As you can see, I’ve chosen quite an impossible man to be my partner,” he gave me a playful wink. “But a man that completes me. So in case you’re wondering, I’m quite happy even though I wish I had known you more. But I’m happy.” He turned to face me again, his face serious. “I am happy. With you. Thank you for this, Owen. I feel like I’ve released a thousand years of burden.”

  He pulled me to him, and I went along willingly, neither of us concerned about the dirt we were tracking on each other. He grabbed me by the neck. His grip gentling as our lips found each other. A little sigh escaped his lips, and I felt his soul shift, realign, cast aside its burden and settled with mine.

  Thanks for reading this mother’s day special. If you haven’t read the full story of Declan and Owen, you can start the series here.

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