Jealousy

Chapter 3

3

ZORA

T o say this was my nightmare come true is an understatement. My expectations for how much I’d enjoy this party was already subzero, but I never expected to find myself in literal hell.

Jackson Champion is many things but I have never known him to be a woman beater but the pure rage in his eyes made me wonder if he would actually hit me.

I attempt to pull out of his grasp but his hand tightens on my face. “Let me go Jackson.”

“Did you think you could come to my goddam house and hook up with the first boy to smile at you like some desperate slut?”

Out of the many things I expected him to say to me, this wasn’t one of them. I had never been kissed up until a few minutes ago, let alone done anything to remotely get myself labeled as a slut.

Again I try to push him away but he doesn’t budge. “Did you like it when he kissed you?” he demands as if he has a right to question anything about my personal life.

I narrow my eyes as my fear slowly morphs into anger. I think about the last four years of high school and how he’s gone out of his way to make every day as unpleasant for me as possible with his taunts and the way he allowed his friends to wage psychological warfare on me.

I’m not even sure how it started, which is kind of weird because the first week of freshmen year, we were on friendly terms. He sat behind me in homeroom and then it was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.

He made it his missions to point out my shortcomings, from the clothes I wore, the way I walked, talked and my hair. There was a time when I loved the natural state of my textured hair and proudly wore it in the biggest afro puff because that was how my mom used to wear her hair before she lost it during her chemo treatments.

But because Jackson made an offhand comment about my hair, it became open season for the rest of the class to attack it. Being one of the handful of black people in a predominantly white school where I was already an insecure teenager, I gave in to peer pressure and bought myself a home relaxer.

Biggest mistake of my life. I ended up giving myself chemical burns and losing so much hair, I had bald spots all over my scalp. I didn’t go to school for nearly a week. It was only after my dad took me to a hairdresser to salvage the little hair I had left was I able to show up at school again. But that led to another round of teasing with kids calling me bald.

I place the blame at Jackson’s feet and yet here he is insulting me over a harmless kiss. With strength I didn’t realize I had, I push with all my might and he stumbles backward.

“Since freshman year, you have gone out of your way to torment me and I can’t figure out for the life of me what I’ve done for you to treat me this way. But now I realize, you don’t really need a reason because you’re just an asshole and that’s what assholes do. I am so glad I will never have to see you or your henchmen again. Fuck you.

My eyes burn with unshed tears and the catharsis of finally being able to tell my nemesis off feels like I’ve won a huge award. I reach for the doorknob to leave him and this stupid party behind. I’m sure Lea will understand. She’s probably having the time of her life.

But to my shock, Jackson grips me by the arm, whirls me around and then slams me against the door. He presses his body against mine in a maneuver so quick, my mind is unable to process what’s happening.

“You think I’m the one who tormented you? You’ve got to be kidding me. You have that completely backward baby doll. You’re the one who tormented me from the time we’ve met. You have been nothing but a distraction from the moment we met. Even when you weren’t around, you’ve tormented me. Haunted my dreams. Turned me into the very thing I vowed I’d never be.”

What kind of gas lighting bullshit is he on, I’ve never— wait what?

Baby doll?

My breath catches in my throat as I become keenly aware of the heat of his body against mine. He plants his hands on either side of my head, becoming a hovering menace, caging me.

“T-th-this isn’t funny, Jackson.”

He lowered his head until our noses are nearly touching. “You’re right, this isn’t funny. I find you in my room carrying on with that creep. What do you think I should do to you?”

My lips quiver and I suddenly feel like one of the heroines in the racy romance books I sometimes read. I quickly shake my head to dispel that thought. I was no romance heroine and Jackson Champion was no hero.

“You should let me go,” I say even though my tone lacks the conviction I try to convey. I’m still not sure what’s happening here, but only part of me wants to push him away while the other half keeps me rooted to this spot, fascinated to see what will happen next.

“Let you go? Now that I finally have you where I want you. Where you also want to be? You want to hook up so badly, it might as well be with me.”

“I—”

Jackson gives me zero chance to respond before his lips are on mine. And for the second time tonight, I’m taken by surprise with a kiss. But unlike last time when all I felt was mildly curious, an unexpected warmth swirled within my belly and slowly spread through my limbs.

What was going on here? I had to be in the middle of some kind of fucked up dream. If someone were to tell me that Jackson Champion would end up kissing me, I would have laughed in their face.

That tingling sensation I get in my core when I angle the shower head just right catches me off guard.

No.

I can’t be one of those girls, who easily falls in the arms of a hot guy just because of a kiss. And this is Jackson after all. My sworn enemy.

Common sense that I thought abandoned me, reappears and my fight instinct strengthens.

I twist my head away and with an open palm, I slam my hand against his cheek with a resounding smack.

My attack, clearly catches him off guard, because he stumbles backward giving me the chance to make my escape.

I just managed to get the door unlocked when he wraps one sinewy arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet.

“You’re not going to get away from me so easily. I’m giving you what you want.”

“I don’t want this!” I cry out, kicking futilely against his strong hold.

Jackson carries me across his room and drops me on the bed. He catches my foot when I aim it at his midsection.

A smirk curves his unfairly full lips. “So you want it rough? Okay, I’m game.”

He captures my wrists and transfers them to one hand before pining them above my head.

I thrust my hips upward to buck him off but it doesn’t have the intended effect. Jackson inhales sharply and grits his teeth almost as if he’s in agony.

“Fuck!”

“Let me go!” I thrust again.

“Doing that will ensure that I don’t.”

I open my mouth to yell for help but he swallows my scream. And stuffs his tongue past my lips in an unexpected invasion that robs me of my breath.

I wiggle and strain to break free but Jackson is too strong. My mind races a a million miles an hour as I try to figure out why this is happening. It can’t be because he’s suddenly overcome with the need to ravish my body.

This is just another way for him to humiliate me.

My fury returns with a vengeance and I clamp down on his tongue with my teeth.

“Shit!” He jerks back and clasps his mouth giving me the opportunity to break free.

I scramble to the edge of the bed but just as my feet touch the floor, Jackson wraps his arm around my waist and yanks me against him with my back flush to the hard wall of his chest.

He dips his head and captures my right ear lobe between his teeth and nips it with just enough force to make an involuntary yelp escape my lips.

“You can fight me all you’d like but just remember, I bite back.” He groans into the curve of my neck.

Surely, I’ll wake up from this very fucked up dream any second now. I did my nails into his forearm but his hold remains firm. I’m a peon in the grips of the Hulk and somehow, I’ve made him angry.

“Let go, Jackson!”

“Never.” He buries his face against my neck and aggressively sucks on my skin as if he’s trying to mark me.

Despite my attempts to get break away from him I remain trapped.

Using his free hand, he fondles my breasts and my mind short circuits. I freeze but an unfamiliar heat surfaces within me that I can’t control.

He squeezes and molds my now aching boob in in his palm. “You’re so soft. Just like I knew you’d be.” Jackson proceeds to plant kisses along my jawline and neck.

Goosebumps forms along my prickly skin and that fire within my core slowly spreads throughout my limbs.

“Jackson, this isn’t right,” I whisper. Even I’m not convinced by my weak protest and apparently, neither is Jackson because he finally loosens his hold. But not to set me free, but to push me down on the bed.

“You don’t get to speak to me about what’s right when you were in here with another guy, giving away what’s rightfully mine,” he states in a low gravely tone that sounds a lot like a growl.

Huh?

Rightfully his? Yep, this is definitely a dream. There’s no other explanation for what is going in right how.

I don’t have a chance to mull over his statement because once again he takes me by surprise. I’m not sure how it happened so fast, but the next thing my brain registers is Jackson is on top of me and he’s pushed up my tshirt and bra setting the girls free.

Instinct pushes me to cross my arms over my chest. No one has ever seen me like this before and I never thought Jackson Champion. My weight has always been a point of contention for me for as long as I can remember. So its no wonder it’s one of my biggest insecurities when I eye my love handles and other imperfections in the mirror.

Instant shame seizes me, and I wonder what Jackson must think of me without clothes hiding my flaws, like my rounded belly and stretch marks.

I try to cover myself but he captures my wrists again and secures them both in one hand. “Don’t. I want to see all of you.”

“So you can make fun of me?” I glare at him not bothering to disguise my self-loathing and bitterness from my voice.

He shakes his head. “No, so I can do this.”

Jackson cups one of my breasts and lowers his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

I gasp as the wetness heat of his tongue circles that bud that comes alive in his mouth.

“Jackson no,” I whisper.

What’s wrong with me? I should be fighting him with all my might. He’s my enemy. I hate him…I— “Oh my god!”

He releases my wrists cups my pussy through my jeans. My body involuntarily jerks and that fire he’d ignited now burns so hot I can no longer keep still.

He bites down on my nipple and I cry out more from shock than pain. As he continues to stroke my pussy, he switches his attention to my other breast, giving it the same hungry attention he did to the other, licking, sucking and nibbling it until each pulsing sensation shot right to my core.

What is happening to me. I shouldn’t want this. My brain wants me to fight him but my body refuses to cooperate. I find myself in a huge conundrum.

I’m not sure what I fear the most. That he won’t stop.

Or that he will.

He raises his head and our eyes lock. “You’re so warm down here,” he groans, almost more to himself than to me.

Jackson lets go of my wrists and this gives me the opportunity to escape him, but I don’t take it. Instead, I’m immobilized from the intensity of his stare.

Again he lowers his head until our lips touch but he quickly pulls away and chuckles. “The only one who gets to bite is me.”

The hand between my thighs now expertly unfastened my jeans and before I realize what is happening, he tugs my jeans down.

“Jackson, don’t…” I shake my head from side to side wanting to inject some common sense into this situation.

Not only does he not answer, but this jerk has the gall to pull my panties down as well.

Knee him in the stomach, a little voice in the back of my head screams but I remain still when he grazes my slit with his index finger.

“Fuck…you’re already wet for me.” Jackson brings his face down until he’s eye level with my pussy.

Why am I not fighting him? I hate this boy. He has been the cause of so much stress for me but here I was allowing him to touch me more intimately than anyone has ever done before.

He pulls my pants down even further until they rest around my ankles.

I tremble. Not because I want this, at least that’s what I tell myself. It’s because my body is no longer under my control. Jackson is now my puppet master, pulling my strings so masterfully with each caresses and press of his lips.

As he eases his middle finger inside of me, a quiver of pure electricity runs up my spine and makes my toes curl. How can I hate someone so much yet feel this good?

“Do you hear that, baby doll?” He asks, sliding his finger in an out. The sloppy, gushing sound of my wet pussy mortifies me.

Not only is Jackson in control of my body, he’s aware of it too. But I refuse to answer him. I bite my bottom lip to keep from blurting out something foolish.

He chuckles almost as if he’s read my mind. “That’s the sound of good pussy. It already knows who it belongs to be. I bet it tastes amazing as well. Should I put that to the test?”

I open my mouth to deny him even though I know he probably won’t listen but all that comes out is an embarrassing squeak.

Jackson eases his finger out of me, and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm, just as sweet as I thought it would be. And you know what I’m going to do now?”

My imagination fills in the blanks but once again, my voice fails me.

His aqua stare bores into me as if he can see into the deepest recesses of my soul. Jackson hooks his arms beneath my thighs and lifts the lower half of my body as if I weigh nothing.

My body is aflame with an incredible heat that’s taken over every inch of me and I no longer have the will to fight it. Jackson doesn’t simply put his mouth on my pussy. He clamps on to it as if it holds the very essence of life and he needs it for his survival.

The way he sucks on my clit sends waves pure bliss coursing through me. I feel sensations I’ve never experienced in my 18 years on Earth thanks to my greatest enemy.

If someone would have told me I would end up in Jackson Champion’s bed with hm sucking the life out pussy I would have thought them insane. Yet here I am on the verge of what I think is my first orgasm. Sure I knew how to make myself feel good but I still haven’t mastered my body well enough to get myself off completely.

Jackson seems to have no issue, feasting on the juices that drip from my core. He makes love to my pussy with his mouth so thoroughly my eyes cross. He’s not eating my pussy. He’s devouring it.

He slides his tongue from my clit to the crack of my ass before showing it all the way in into my damp heat.

“Oh, my god, Jackson.”

Damn.

Was that me? God I’m pathetic. I’m not supposed to want this let alone like it.

I fight the urge to thread my fingers through his hair. I ball my fists at my sides, but I can’t keep the moans from escaping my lips.

Something unknown takes a hold of me and my thighs start to quiver and my legs start to shake. What feels akin to a volcanic eruption takes over my body and a scream rips from my throat.

My juices run down my legs but Jackson, keeps going. That greedy motherfucker even slurps my pussy like an animal.

But I can’t no longer deny how much my body craves this.

A booming knock on the door brings reality crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

“Jackson, are you in there? What’s going on? Who are you in there with?”

Teagan’s voice has the effect of nails scraping against the chalkboard. The euphoric sensations I’d felt only seconds earlier disappear.

With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pushed Jackson off me. I’m not sure if he would have continued or not but it isn’t a chance I wish to take. I roll off the bed and pull up my underwear and pants.

Just as I reach the door Jackson slams his palm against it, trapping me. He presses his erection against my ass and my soul nearly leaves my body. “Get off.”

“Jackson, I can hear you in there. I’m not going away until you open up,” Teagan screeches. The door handle jiggles from her obvious attempts to open the door.

God, I hate that bitch.

He drops his head until his lips are against my ear and he grinds his hardness against me. “You can run but you won’t ever be able to get away from me. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not going to let you go baby doll. No matter how far you go, I’ll find you.”

I tremble. “Why to torment me?”

“No, to keep you.”