Chapter 119

“Not like that, querido.” He waited until Bart moved out of the way, then turned the voluminous skirts of his dress inside out and spread them on the grass. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.”

Bart lay on the dress. In the moonlight, George could see how hard and flushed his prick was. He leaned forward and took the plump head between his lips.

He dipped his tongue into the slit, then took in more of Bart’s prick and ran his tongue over it. So big…so thick…What would it feel like entering him? George’s hole twitched.

“Bart?”

“Something’s bothering you, hummingbird.” Bart stroked his cheek. “What is it?”

“What does it feel like when I push into you?”

“I’m not sure if I can describe it.”

“Try?”

“There’s a spot inside me—you’ve found it with your fingers—”

The first time he had, Bart had started shaking, and George had been terrified he’d hurt him. He’d started to withdraw his finger, but Bart had grabbed his hand and begged him to do it again