Chapter 80

“You tell me if it hurts,” George ordered.

“George.”

George stopped. It about killed him not to keep moving, but he wasn’t going to do anything that caused the man he loved pain.

Bart bucked back against him. “Move, dammit, George.”

“I’m not hurting you?”

Bart groaned. “You’re driving me insane. If you don’t move, I’m getting dressed and going home.”

George huffed out a laugh and resumed his forward push. He’d never felt anything like this before, even when he jacked off. Using his own hand had given him satisfaction, but this…oh God, this was beyond satisfying, especially with Bart rocking back and his muscles tightening around him in a snug grip that was driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“George.” Bart panted and shook beneath him. “I can’t…”

“Can’t what, querido?”

“I can’t touch myself.”

“Sure you can.”

Bart swatted at him, and George realized what he meant when he almost toppled forward.

“Shit.”