Page 91 of Strays
She turns her face to me. “Say that you forgive me. Say that I’m yours.”
I don’t even think, there’s no need to. “Yes, love. You’re mine. I forgive you,” I pant. “Do you forgive me?”
She leans in and kisses me, softer this time, but she’s moving faster and faster on Jay’s lap, and her voice is already breaking when she answers me. “Yes.”
She turns to Shane, and when he cups her face and kisses her, his whole body is tense and controlled, like he’s fighting not to pull her away from Jay and bury himself inside her instead. He doesn’t even let her ask. “I forgive you. You’re mine, and you’ll always be mine.”
She cries out louder, and Jay groans, sliding his hands under her thighs and ass to lift her up a little, then slamming into her hard and fast. He’s deep in the rut, his pupils blown so wide there’s almost no iris left.
His groans turn desperate, and I know he needs to knot. I slide my hand between her legs and start circling her clit again. She moans louder, closing her eyes and arching her back. I feel her body tense as she gets close to her climax.
But she opens her eyes, her face resolute, and looks straight at Jay. “Do you forgive me?”
He looks at her with those dark, rut-eyes for a minute, but then he closes them again, breathing hard and thrusting into her even harder.
She tangles her fingers in his hair and yanks hard. “Look at me!”
He opens his eyes again.
“You are mine!” she yells. “Mine! I know I broke something between us, but we will rebuild it. Right here, right now. Do. You. Forgive. Me?”
His reaction is so fast and so rough that I lose my balance and nearly fall off thecouch. Shane gets shoved sideways into the armrest as Jay stands up with Jo still wrapped around his lap and spins her, flipping her onto her back on the cushions.
He pounds into her so hard I know this isn’t only pleasure; there’s anger and pain in it too. Worry for her crosses my mind for a second, but her moans and cries get louder, her breath ragged, her whole body tight and coiled until she screams her orgasm and Jay’s voice joins hers.
“I forgive you!” he chokes out as he rides his own release, still hammering into her until he’s locked inside by his knot.
He presses his forehead to hers, tears falling onto both their faces. She whimpers and kisses his neck, trembling and shaking.
When his knot deflates and he pulls out, Shane and I are on her in a minute, kissing and dragging our mouths over every inch of skin we can reach.
“Sit on the backrest,” she says to me.
I blink, then glance behind me. It’ll hold. Probably. I climb up, perching on the backrest, legs spread wide for balance. My cock is flushed and leaking, pressed against my abs.
She kneels on the couch, leans forward, and wraps her hand around me, meeting my eyes, then lowers her mouth to the tip and licks it. My heart stutters and I lean back a bit too far, almost tipping off the edge before I steady myself.
Jay speaks up from the other side of the couch, his voice now relaxed, so different from what it was less than an hour ago. “Stand behind it. It’ll work the same.”
I circle the couch and get behind the backrest. It does work. Now she’s kneeling on the couch, ass in the air, my cock right at her mouth. She takes the head between her lips and starts to suck, her hand stroking the rest of my length.
My legs lock. I try not to move, but when she moans with her mouth full of me, I thrust forward on instinct. From where I stand, I can see everything: her arched back, her ass high and round. She takes me deeper, and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by her mouth, soft, wet, and eager around me.
I clench my jaw, trying not to lose myself to the rut tugging at my brain, but it’s a losing battle. So I give in and let myself sink into the sea of pleasure it brings.
When I open my eyes again, Shane is behind her, pupils wide, deep in the rut too. He eases himself inside her, then grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin. Each time he thrusts into her, she’s pushed forward, deeper onto me, until I’m buried halfway in her mouth and can feel the back of her throat.
Even inside the fog of the rut, a ripple of panic passes through me. I don’t want to hurt her, so I pull back, but she whimpers. “No! I want you. I want all of you.”
Those words wreck me. I give her my cock again, and she takes it, her throatrelaxing as she swallows me deeper. I can’t hold still anymore, my hips move without permission.
She moans, encouraging me, and I understand what she wants: to feel us come undone.
And we do.
Shane is thrusting hard and fast now, making her mouth taking me deeper and deeper. The pressure builds fast, pulsing and brutal. I didn’t know I could knot outside her, I thought I needed her orgasming around me to trigger it, but the pressure at the base of my cock is unbearable now.
Shane is growling, almost feral. “I need to knot you, Jo,” he pants. “So fucking good. I need to knot you now.”
