C9 Chelsea

Violently, I slap Jason across his face, "You knew Kevin was watching. That's why you did it." I whisper-yell angrily.

Jason purposely held me tightly against his body while playing with my clit, until I orgasmed because he knew Kevin was watching.

Jason takes hold of my wrist, "Damn right, I did. He needs to understand you're mine and not his."

I squint my eyes at Jason, studying him, trying to figure out where my Jason had gone.

The Jason I'm looking at is nothing like the Jason I had fallen in love with. Moreover, he's nothing like the best friend I grew to love.

Speedily, I jump out of the booth, storm outside with Jason on my heels.

Kevin might get on my nerves, but I would never deliberately hurt him. When I opened my eyes, Kevin looked defeated. Although Kevin can be an asshole, I still love him.

Rapidly, Jason pulls me by the arm; without hesitation, I yank out of his hold, "Don't fucking touch me. I'm calling an 'Uber,' and I'm going home."

"I'll ride you." He offers.

When Jason notices me backing away from him, he jogs toward me, lifts me entirely off the ground, and flings me over his shoulders.

Immediately, I smack his ass and shout, "Put me down."

"No," he opens the back of his car, plants me on the back seat, and climbs over me.

His eyes are darkened. Right away, I notice he's furious. "I told you, you were mine. What part didn't you understand?"

He attempts to kiss me, but I yank my face to the side, "You've changed Jason since we've been dating, and I don't like it."

He kisses my neck, "I've told you I don't like sharing, then I find out you're out shaking your ass on him."

I mush his head, "I was dancing, Jason. There's a difference between dancing and sharing."

Swiftly, Jason glides his hands up my dress, twirls my nipple between his fingers, causing my body to arch, "No man touches you, except for me." He pinches my nipple, painfully causing me to squeal.

"He's my stepbrother Jason and my friend. You're going to have to get used to him being around." I utter breathlessly.

He slides his hand between my legs, brutally rubs my sweet spot, "I don't give a fuck who he is. His hands don't belong on you." Jason takes his dick out of his pants, raises my skirt, and slams into my vagina.

I moan as I thrust my hips upward, "Kiss me," he urges.

"No, you're a jealous dickhead, and you're using sex to get what you want." I pant.

Jason picks up momentum, driving in and out of my vagina, pounding into me relentlessly. "I've already got everything I want." He stares down into my eyes, "And, that's you. I'm not letting nobody take you from me, Chelsea." Without delay, Jason shoves into me harder, "I've waited too long to have you, and now that I got you, I'll never let you go."

Jason kisses me behind my ear, sliding his tongue gently over my skin, warming every inch of me. "I love you so fucking much, Chelsea." Gently, he kisses a trail of kisses from my jawline to my mouth, "Kiss me," he commands.

It's complicated to remain mad at Jason, especially when he makes me feel so many sensations at once.

Finally, I break, giving him my lips, kissing him gently.

He slows his pace as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinds my pussy slow and deep while rubbing my clitoris. "Jason," I moan, unable to hold back anylonger.

"I know, baby, let go. I've got you." He breathes sweetly against my mouth, driving me over the edge. "I've always got you, Chelsea." Jason buries his head in my neck while he comes inside me full force.

It's a good thing I'm on birth control pills. However, birth control doesn't protect you from STDs. "Jason, you've just cummed in me." I point out.

"I know." He says, kissing my cheek.

I turn my face to the side and ask, "What were you doing with Jessica?" Jason leaps off me without a word and climbs into the front seat.

I settle myself in the backseat and buckle up. He looks through the rearview mirror, "You've got to be fucking kidding me," He grumbles.

He twists his body around in the seat, "I caught you shaking your ass on your stepbrother, so you have no right to question me."

I narrow my eyes at him, "Well, you've just cummed inside me, so that gives me every right to ask what you were doing with the school whore." I need to know if he fucked her or not, so I'll know if I need to schedule a doctor's appointment to get checked.

Suddenly, Jason climbs out of the driver's seat, removes me from the back, and carries me to the front seat. "I'm not him." He says as he places a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Sure fooled me," I state, picking my nails.

Jason ignores me while focusing on the road. Any other day, Jason and I would have been at the lake, talking, laughing, or eating. Since becoming a couple, something inside him switched. There was a time I would tell Jason everything. Unfortunately, that time has passed.

As I sit here feeling hurt over everything that has taken place with my father, I realize I can't tell Jason. All Jason seems to worry about lately is Kevin, losing me, and sharing me.

I'm uncertain as to why Jason would assume I'd leave him for Kevin since I've never given him a reason for him to believe I would be disloyal to him.

Jason glances at me before he speaks. "Jessica sent me a message on 'Facebook,' stating you were at the bar with Kevin. She even attached a photo of you and him walking inside, hand in hand."

That conniving little bitch. God, I fucking hate her. She's gone out of her way to make my life miserable, as if my life isn't pathetic enough.

"He's my stepbrother Jason. Therefore, he's going to be in my life." I remind him.

"So you've said." He snarls.

I throw my hands in the air, accidentally smacking the roof of the car, "I don't have a fucking choice but to be around him. I fucking live with him, or did you forget? I'm young; therefore, I'm going to have fun while I still can. And, the sooner you realize this, the better you and I would be."

He pulls into my driveway and follows me inside. I assumed he would have gone home since we're arguing.

As soon as we enter my bedroom, Jason grabs hold of me, "I understand you fucking live with him. I'm working on a solution for that now." He shakes my shoulders as he speaks bitterly, "I also understand that you want to have fun, but fucking call me. I would have loved to have gone to the fucking bar with you." He clutches my ass in his hands, "I'd never pass up the opportunity to have you shaking this ass on me."

I smack my lips together and pull away from him, "I was upset, and Kevin was there. He offered to take me with him, so I went. I would have asked you, but you said you had a lot of homework to finish."

He presses his lips into a thin line, "You don't get it, do you?" He stalks closer as he speaks. "I would drop everything in a fucking heartbeat for you, Chelsea. That's how much I fucking love you."

He punches the wall, "Maybe we should have remained friends because you don't love me as much as I love you."

"It's too late for that, Jason. You should have thought about that before you kissed me." I chew on my lip nervously, waiting for Jason to calm down.

"Jason, you're bleeding," I scream frantically. I grab his hand and guide him to the bathroom. He sits on the toilet quietly, allowing me to wipe the blood from his knuckles.

"Do you love me, Chelsea?" I glance at his eyes, realizing he's hurting. I've made him jealous and led him to believe I would choose Kevin over him.

After rubbing the antibiotic ointment over his knuckles, I spread my legs and climb over his lap.

I stare deeply into his eyes, "I love you, Jason. It's you and only you that I want."

He slides his hands to my ass, "You make me crazy, Chelsea." I smile as I press my lips to his.

"You make me mad, Jason." He smiles against my lips, "I know."

He whispers. "Never leave me, Chelsea."

I've had no idea that Jason was so insecure, "I won't." I promise as I kiss him deeper.

I grind my hips against his cock, "Can you chill out with the jealousy? It's overbearing." I plead.

He thrusts his hips upward, "No," He removes his cock from his pants, and I sink on his erection slowly, "I wouldn't behave the way I do if you'd stop giving me reasons to be jealous."

"You should trust me," I breathe heavily as I bounce up and down on his dick.

He leans his head down and nips my nipple, "Would you trust me if I told you Jessica and I rode to the party together?"

Immediately, I hop off him, leaving him to sit on the toilet with a raging hard-on, "Did you fuck her before fucking me?" I question furiously.

He hops off the toilet, grabs a fist full of my hair. Abruptly, he tilts my head backward, leaving me no choice but to look into his eyes, "How did you confuse driving with fucking?" He asks as he rubs his shaft on my stomach.

"Well, did you?" I ask again as I dodge his kiss.

Instantly, he lifts me into his arms and places me on the bathroom counter.

He drives into me violently, filling every inch of me, "No, I didn't fuck her, Chelsea. And, no, I didn't drive to the bar with her."

He continues thrusting into me full force, "The same way you just felt is the same way I feel every time I see you with him."

Now I feel horrible.

Just imagining him and Jessica fucking made me sick with jealousy. "I'm sorry, Jason. I won't dance with him anymore. But, I can't promise anything else." He nods with sweat dripping down his forehead.

He continues slamming into me until he gives me the orgasm I've come to love. "I love you, Jason." I reach up and kiss his lips while pleasure and warmth rack through my body.

He carries me within his arms, "Come on; let's get you to bed." Jason lays me down on the bed and pulls the cover over me.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," He bends and kisses my forehead, "I love you, Chelsea." I'm too tired to speak, so I watch Jason leave as the sleep takes over.