Page 95 of Dual Surrender

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Describe it to me. What does it feel like?”

“Like my dick is going to explode. Like my whole body is going to explode if I don’t come soon,” I told him.

It wasn’t an over-exaggeration.

Now that I was thinking about my cock, thinking about coming, every point of focus in my body was centered on my release. Or rather, my lack of it.

“That sounds miserable,” he said.

And then the intercom buzzed.

I groaned and flexed my fingers against the back of my head, my cock leaking against my stomach. Ronan glanced over his shoulder at me, and the intercom buzzed again.

“Wait.” He held up a finger and walked out of the room and I thought for sure I would die.

“Who is it?” Ronan asked from near the front door.

“Sage and Foster.”

“Foster should be in the hospital,” Ronan said.

“Foster is here,” Foster said. “Now let us in.”

Ronan unlocked the front door and came back to the playroom.

“You should get dressed,” he said. “If you want.”

“Ronan,” I practically whined.

“Consider this hour just one more thing I’m taking from you.” Ronan handed me my shirt and I begrudgingly pulled it over my head. He helped me stand, but before I could step into my pants, he reached between my legs. Using his finger and thumb to make a circle, he grabbed me around the base of my sac and pulled down, tugging toward the ground until I saw stars. My cock throbbed and I collapsed forward against his shoulder, a cry falling out of my mouth.

“Ronan, please,” I gasped.

The front door opened.

Ronan shifted his hand, making a cradle for my balls out of his palm. I weakened, moaning as I leaned into him.

“Hello?” Foster called from the living room.

“Coming!” Ronan answered, dragging his lips across the shell of my ear. “But not really.”

He pulled up my pants and patted the button and fly after he zipped me.

“You can join us when you’re ready,” he said, giving me one more kiss before heading into the living room after Sage and Foster

I took a deep breath and followed after him.

Foster sat on the couch with Sage perched beside him like a worried mommy bird. It was an interesting sight to behold, considering the last time I’d seen Sage, he had stormed into the condo like he owned it. This visit had him much quieter and demure. It was a look, that was for sure.

“Are you all right?” The first words out of Foster’s mouth, and he tried to stand, but Sage pushed him back down.

“Sit,” he commanded, his tone brokering no argument. “Ronan is right; you should still be in the hospital, but you’re a stubborn piece of shit, so the least you can do is sit the fuck down.”

Foster glowered, but his cheeks darkened into a violent looking shade of red and he settled back against the couch with a frustrated grunt.

“I’m fine.” I sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table. “No concussion or anything.”