Page 98 of Only the Small Bones
“That’s it,” he whispered when I grabbed my cock, his own throbbing inside of me. I pumped myself in long quick strokes, the tingling at the bottom of my spine winding tighter as we fucked harder and faster, our bodies slapping together.
“Asher!” William slammed me onto him one last time, holding me still as he came inside me. I threw my head back, mouth wide as I followed him with a soundless scream. William thrusted a few more times, trembling beneath me, his cum making a squelching sound from within my hole.
I let my dick go and slumped on top of him, smearing my cum between our chests. William didn’t let me lay there long. He rolled me onto my back, throwing my legs over his shoulders as he dropped down and lapped at my hole. I held him there with my hand on his head, circling my hips even while trembling through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“God,” I moaned, feeling drained. William licked his way up my body, getting as much cum as he could. His eyes were wild and desperate, and when he was done cleaning me he stole another kiss, rolling us across the mattress until we landed on the floor.
He panted above me, brushing back the hair sticking to my face. “Please tell me you’re okay. Tell me if you’re not okay too.”
“I’m okay.” Emotions hit me from every direction. Anger at having missed this for so long, sadness for the same reason. But mostly, I was happy.
“But what I really want to know,” I grinned, “is who wasthat?”
“Who was who?”
“That sexy alter ego who came out during sex. We should give him a name.”
William groaned, burying his face in my neck. “Don’t embarrass me.”
“At least I won’t be the only one embarrassed for a change.”
“You should be happy to know I’ve never gotten that carried away.”
That did make me happy. There wasn’t a dry spot on the mattress, so William moved us to the couch. I lay on top of him as we cooled down. I swept my fingers along his smooth chest, and he squirmed, snatching my wrist and placing an apologetic kiss to my palm.
“I’m ticklish in certain places.”
“Where else?” I smiled, thinking of all the fun I could have.
“I’m not telling you.” He kissed the top of my head, and I nestled deeper into his side. “When did you learn how to draw?”
I shrugged. “As far back as I can remember. At one time it was the only thing I was allowed, but then even that was taken from me.” Basic needs like food and water hadn’t been the only things used to control me. My love of drawing had been used against me too.
We lapsed into silence, content to watch the snowfall within our candlelit bubble.
“Is today the hardest day for you?” I asked a while later.
He laced our hands together. “Not just today. There’s the day we were taken, the day I left you, and… June fifth.”
I frowned at the unfamiliar date. “June fifth?”
“The day you lost your mother and nonna. I learned about all the days that meant something to you. They’re all hard for me.”
It seemed he knew more about me than I knew about myself, things I knew once but couldn’t remember. I felt both sad and a little angry that I missed out on him all these years, and grateful about finding him again. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me happy-sad.” I didn’t have the words to better explain it yet.
“I don’t know, but let’s see if I can make you happy-happy.”
You already do, I wanted to say, but I didn’t think I could without wanting to cry.
He eased out from under me and crossed over to the Christmas tree, returning with a gift.
“Happy birthday, Asher.” He pecked my lips before stretching out next to me.
“What’s this?” I tore the paper off. It was a picture frame. I stared at the two people in the photograph, my hand shaking. “Is this…” It couldn’t be.Howcould it be? I sat up, tears filling my eyes.
