C14 Jason

If Chelsea thinks for even a second, I’ll let her go; she has another coming. They’ve finally finished all the major repairs in my house, making my house livable. Therefore, I’m not letting her leave.

Truthfully, I shouldn’t have kissed Jessica, knowing how much Chelsea despises her, but the image of Chelsea kissing Kevin kept replaying in my head.

Chelsea and I have been sitting here, inside my house for over an hour, and yet, neither one of us has said anything.

I understand Chelsea is angry, but so the fuck am I. Not only am I mad, but I’m hurting as well.

Without a doubt, I can’t live without her. In all honesty, I struggled to breathe when she left. Therefore, I refuse to let her leave me.

I realize now I might have fucked up by keeping a secret from her, but I need her to understand that I did it because I loved her. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt her.

Visibly, I can’t stand the sight of her father any more than she can. I wasn’t lying when I had told her I didn’t want to bring her home to my parent’s house because I didn’t want to put my burden on her.

I knew Chelsea hated John as much as I do, and bringing her home would have opened a can of worms neither of us was prepared to deal with.

Naturally, I hated John once I recognized he was Chelsea’s father. John and mom’s affair ruined my entire life, and Chelsea’s.

Evidently, my father couldn’t live without my mother and killed himself. The jealousy he kept inside ate at him slowly until he couldn’t take it anymore and ended his life.

I refuse to be a repeat of my father. In fact, I couldn’t give up on the woman I love as easily as my father did. In truth, I’ll fight every day until my dying breath if that’s what it takes to keep her.

While I disagree with what my father had done, I do understand what it feels like to love somebody so much that you can’t live and breathe without them. For me, Chelsea is that someone, and without her, my life would be pointless.

Chelsea is, and always will be, my reason for breathing. That girl had shown me what it’s like to love, and there is no way I could live without it since I’ve already had a taste.

Life without Chelsea would be irrelevant if I didn’t have her to share it with.

Jealousy is a powerful fucking feeling, and the only way I know how to control it is by reclaiming her.

Chelsea is like an addiction; I can’t seem to kick. Even with help, I wouldn’t be capable of kicking it.

I had just started drinking when Chelsea showed up at Steven’s house. When I saw her face, I had sworn I was dreaming. I’ve been lost in my own head, believing she’d pick him over me. Thus, I’d never in a million years thought she would have come for me.

This past week had gone by so fucking slow without her in my arms. After she dropped that text message, I had assumed the worst.

I figured she had left me for him, and all my nightmares had come true.

I recognize Kevin loves Chelsea, but she is mine. And, I’m not giving up without a fight. As you can see, I’m not like my father.

When I love, I love hard.

When I want something, I take it.

Most importantly, I’d never allow anybody to swoop in and take what is mine.

Previously, Kevin had plenty of chances to make his move, yet he hadn’t. Instead, he lingered on the sidelines until Chelsea became my girl before deciding to want her. By that time, it was too late.

Once mine is always mine.

And, Chelsea will always be mine. I might be an overbearing asshole, but I will cherish her until the day I fucking die.

I glimpse at Chelsea and recognize her anger is still brewing. The longer I study her, the angrier I become.

All I wanted was her loyalty and her undying love. Is that too much to ask for?

Her lips are fucking mine, and she kissed him, knowing that. I’ve appreciated her lips many times. Therefore she had no reason to place them on another.

I showed her daily how much I fucking loved her. Consequently, I don’t understand why she turned to another man. Perhaps, I need to love her harder than I already do. Then maybe she wouldn’t seek the attention of another motherfucker.

Hence, the reason I want her to live with me. Then I could love her every fucking second, of every fucking day.

Rashly, I reach out and roughly brush my thumb against her juicy, pink lips. “Why did you do it?”

She looks away from me with tears in her eyes. “Fuck you, Jason. You kissed Jessica, so we’re even.” She remarks.

I yank her face toward me, “I kissed her after you kissed him. And, I only did it to show you how it fucking felt to watch the one you love kiss somebody who isn’t you.” I didn’t want to kiss Jessica. The only girl I’ve ever wanted to kiss is Chelsea. However, she kissed him, and I had to hurt her the same way she’d hurt me.

Unquestionably, I needed to make sure she wouldn’t do it again. She needs to understand I don’t want pieces of her.

I want all of her.

She rips her face out of my hand, “Revenge tastes good, doesn’t it?” She asks furiously.

I regretted kissing Jessica as soon as I did it. So, no, revenge didn’t taste as good as I assumed it would have.

However, I refuse to tell Chelsea that. “Do you want him instead of me, Chelsea?” I ask the same fucking question I always seem to ask. Simply because this is how she makes me feel. In truth, I don’t want to be second best.

I want to be her first, second, and last.

I want to be her past, present, and her fucking future.

I want her only to see me. And, I’m not sure if that will ever happen.

She looks straight ahead, looking at a blank wall, “I don’t know what the fuck I want at the moment as my mind is spinning in so many fucking directions.” She sighs, “You’ve lied, Jason. You’ve kept an enormous secret from me and told me little lies along the way to keep your secret safe.”

She wraps her arms around herself as I speak, “I did it to protect you, Chelsea. I didn’t enjoy hiding it from you, but I knew you would have disowned me if I had told you. The hatred you held for your father runs deep, and if I had told you my mother was the woman he left your mother for, you would have hated me.” I hated keeping the truth from her. But, if I would have set the truth free, I would have lost her. Obviously, I’d do anything in my power to keep her. I loved her then, and I love her now.

Widely, Chelsea throws her hands in the air as she screams, “I had a right to know Jason. You claimed to be my best friend, and yet you’ve made a fucking fool of me throughout our entire friendship. Over the years, when I’ve cried to you about my father leaving or wondering about my sister, you fucking knew. Yet, you said nothing.” She shakes her head tiredly.

“I was scared I’d lose you, Chelsea, if I confessed the truth. And, that’s not something I’d be able to live with. I had lost my father, and I was afraid of losing you too.” I lay her down on the couch and climb over her, “I didn’t know he was your father until he opened his wallet to pay for my father’s funeral, and by that time, it was too late.” I attempt to kiss her, but she moves her face.

After losing my father, I felt so alone. I was young and scared. While my mother was happy, my life had fallen apart. And Chelsea was the only familiar person I had to hold onto.

“If I let one lie slip, they will continue to accumulate, Jason. You keep yourself closed off and refuse to share anything with me.” I only lied to protect her, to protect us. I’d never lie about something that could seriously hurt her. Clearly, I thought I was protecting her, and me, and what we had by keeping this a secret.

Moreover, I had felt so fucking embarrassed by my mother’s actions. She had fucked John, knowing he had a wife and a child.

Every time John mentioned Chelsea, he always referred to her as his daughter. Not once did he mention his daughter’s name. I guess it was to keep it a secret that my mother had fucked her best friends husband.

Not to mention, I was unaware of how Chelsea would grasp the fact I was her stepbrother and the fact that it was my mother pregnant by her father, “I can’t lose you, Chelsea.” I kiss her lips even though she doesn’t kiss me back.

“If you give me another chance, I promise to never hide another secret from you.” I thrust my hips forward, needing to be closer to her.

“What about Jessica?” She questions, killing my boner.

“What about, Kevin?” I ask heatedly.

She squints her eyes at me, “If I wanted him, I could have him. It’s you I want, Jason, but you hurt me.”

I brush my nose along her cheek, “Let me make it up to you.” I notice her breathing speeds up.

“Do you promise never to kiss another girl?” She draws my face closer to hers, staring intensely into my eyes.

I recognize the jealousy burning within her eyes, “Do you promise never to kiss him?” I question madly.

“I’ve felt guilty ever since Kevin and I kissed. Hell, I’m even unsure of what happened.” She pauses, “My father came to the school to help me, and he made it to where I could still receive my high school diploma even though I couldn’t walk across the stage. And, I guess, I allowed the excitement to get the best of me. Then one thing led to another.” She tugs my face down to hers and presses her lips against mine. “I’m so sorry, Jason. I promise never to allow another boy to touch what belongs to you.”

Forwith, her words bring out the beast inside me.

The beast who is obsessed with her, who craves to worship her and be close to her as often as he can.

“You’re not leaving me,” I state as I rip at her clothes.

“I don’t want to leave you, Jason.” I start with her mouth and kiss my way down to her pussy.

Violently, I attack her clitoris as she wails with pleasure, “I love you, Jason.”

I slip two fingers inside her pussy, and thrust them in and out as I mumble against her clitoris, “Repeat it,” I command.

She pushes her hips upward, “I love you, Jason.”

“Who do you belong to?” I ask as I pinch her nipple harshly with my free hand.

“I belong to you, Jason.” She wails as her pussy pulsates around my fingers.

I remove my fingers before she could cum, wanting her to choke my dick instead of squeezing my fingers.

Immediately after, I kiss and bite a pathway to her lips, “I’ll never kiss another as long as you remember who you belong to.” I vow as I forcefully crash into her pussy, ramming in and out of her aggressively.

“Oh, Jason.” Her moans make the desire to cum more intense.

I fight the urge to cum since I haven’t had my fill of her yet. “Kiss me,” I command.

She brings her lips to mine slowly and twirls her tongue rapidly around mine.

Abruptly, I lift her legs and settle them onto my shoulders, fucking her deeply.

I swallow all of her moans as I continue to thrust with my urge to cum, building higher and higher.

Rapidly, I pull my mouth from her and hold her nipple between my teeth. “Fuck me harder, Jason.” She yells.

I move my hips quicker as I caress her clitoris, giving her the extra push she needs to cum. Immediately, my girl’s pussy chokes my cock, gripping my erection tightly.

The urge to come is too powerful, and I can’t stop it. “I love you, Chelsea.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, and immediately her body shakes uncontrollably.

“I love you too, Jason.” Once my favorite words slip past her lips, I overfill her pussy with my cum.

She’s mine and always will be.

I’ll reclaim her as many times as I have to, as long as she remains mine.

If I have to fuck her every chance I get to remind her of who she belongs to, I will.

I settle myself next to her on the couch and pull her into my arms, “You’re moving in with me, Chelsea. I’m not giving you another chance for you to be around him.” It’s hard to trust her now since she’s done kissed that fucker. She shared something that she had no right to share.

Her lips might be attached to her face, but they are, and always will be fucking mine.

She brushes her lips over mine, “I will, Jason. But, no more lies.”

“I promise.” I kiss her deeply, assuring her I’ll hide nothing from her again.

Chelsea will always fucking consume me, and I hope to one day consume her every thought, her every dream.

I want to be her reason for breathing as she is mine.