08-06-2026, 02:23 PM
Chapter 17: Jay's Jealousy and playful Sex
“He has a girlfriend,” Jay said. “They’re planning to get married next year.”
Nikitha didn’t react the way he expected. She simply shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.
“So what?” she said casually, sipping her milk.
Jay blinked. “You’re not bothered?”
She set the glass down and looked at him with a teasing smile. “Are you jealous?”
“No way,” Jay replied quickly, a little too defensively.
He stepped closer. “See, I thought you might be interested in marrying him. That’s why I wanted to warn you. If you’re serious about him, you should know he already has someone.”
Nikitha smiled softly and walked toward the bedroom.
Jay continued
“I don’t care whom you hook up with.
But I don’t want you to get hurt thinking this could turn into a proper relationship or marriage with him.”
Jay followed her into the bedroom, still holding her phone.
“Why are you ignoring this like it’s nothing?”
Nikitha turned to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“It doesn’t change anything. If he wants to try me, let him try. I’ll keep him distracted. Above all, our truth should not get out.”
She paused, then added playfully, “Besides, if you can openly fuck Anjali, why can’t I enjoy making Tharun lose his mind over me?”
Jay’s face darkened. He looked troubled.
Nikitha noticed and softened her tone. She stood up and hugged him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll look after my life. I’ll be careful, okay?”
She pulled him onto the bed with her. Sitting on his lap, she pulled her nighty up, revealing her black lace bra and panties. Jay’s hands moved to her waist, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
“I’m not in the mood,” he muttered.
Nikitha tilted her head. “What’s troubling you? I said I’ll take care of my thing.”
Jay looked at her seriously.
“You look like a real husband who is jealous and possessive about his wife who is chatting with her secret lover.”
Nikitha told and laughed lightly.
She took the phone from him, opened her whatsapp and typed good night..
“Jealous and possessive? me?”
Jay wanted to stop this conversation. His male ego didn’t want to look weak.
He suddenly plucked the phone from her hand, quickly typed a kiss emoji (?) at the end of her last message, and hit send.
Nikitha was shocked with what he done..
“Shit! What have you done, Jay?!” Nikitha exclaimed, grabbing the phone back.
Before she could react further, a reply came.
Tharun:
Good night, but what’s with this kiss emoji? And why did you take so long to respond?
Nikitha panicked for a second, then typed quickly.
Nikitha:
Sorry, I was speaking to my husband. He is out of town. That message was supposed to be for him. I mistakenly sent it to you.
Tharun:
Oh, okay. But isn’t he abroad? You said out of town earlier.
Nikitha froze for a second, then replied.
Nikitha:
Yeah… abroad. How did you know?
Tharun:
Jay mentioned it casually in conversation.
Nikitha:
Oh, okay. Sorry about that. Btw if you want to know anything about me, ask me directly, i dont appreciate people speaking about me enquiring about me behind my back.. She typed angrily.
She was about to put the phone down when Jay suddenly removed his shirt and shorts in one swift motion. Before she could react, he hugged her tightly from behind, his bare chest pressing against her back, and unhooked her bra with practiced fingers.
“Fuck you, Jay…” she muttered, half-annoyed, half-aroused. “You’re putting me in a mess.”
Tharun messaged: Why?
She tried to type a reply, but her fingers fumbled on the screen as Jay’s hot mouth attacked her neck aggressively — kissing, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin. A sharp moan escaped her lips. The phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bedside table with a soft thud.
Jay didn’t give her any time to recover.
He spun her around and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss — hungry, almost violent. His tongue invaded her mouth as his hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her full breasts, pinching her hardened nipples. The jealousy and frustration from the conversation with Tharun had ignited something primal and dark in him.
He wanted to remind her — and himself — that she was his.
Jay pushed her onto the bed roughly. Nikitha landed on her back, breathing heavily, her bra hanging loosely from one shoulder. He yanked her panties down her legs in one motion and threw them aside. Without any foreplay, he spread her thighs wide and thrust into her in one powerful stroke.
Nikitha gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
“Jay…!” she moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He fucked her hard — deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. There was no tenderness tonight. Only raw possession. Every thrust felt like a claim, like he was trying to erase Tharun’s presence from her mind.
Nikitha matched his intensity, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hips rising to meet him aggressively. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing in the room.
“Harder…” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Jay.”
He obliged, pounding into her with furious energy, gripping her thighs so tightly his fingers left marks. He leaned down and bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. Nikitha cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around him.
They changed positions twice — first he took her from behind, slamming into her with bruising force while pulling her hair, then she rode him wildly, grinding down on his cock with fierce abandon, her breasts bouncing heavily as she chased her pleasure.
Their sex was angry, messy, and intensely passionate — a storm of lust, jealousy, and unspoken emotions.
When they finally came, it was explosive. Nikitha screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls pulsing violently around him. Jay groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible and filling her with thick, hot spurts of cum.
They collapsed together, panting, sweaty, and exhausted.
For a few minutes, neither spoke. Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.
The next morning, when Nikitha opened her phone, there were two new messages from Tharun.
Tharun:
No reply? Slept already?
Tharun:
Good night, Nikitha :)
“He has a girlfriend,” Jay said. “They’re planning to get married next year.”
Nikitha didn’t react the way he expected. She simply shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.
“So what?” she said casually, sipping her milk.
Jay blinked. “You’re not bothered?”
She set the glass down and looked at him with a teasing smile. “Are you jealous?”
“No way,” Jay replied quickly, a little too defensively.
He stepped closer. “See, I thought you might be interested in marrying him. That’s why I wanted to warn you. If you’re serious about him, you should know he already has someone.”
Nikitha smiled softly and walked toward the bedroom.
Jay continued
“I don’t care whom you hook up with.
But I don’t want you to get hurt thinking this could turn into a proper relationship or marriage with him.”
Jay followed her into the bedroom, still holding her phone.
“Why are you ignoring this like it’s nothing?”
Nikitha turned to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“It doesn’t change anything. If he wants to try me, let him try. I’ll keep him distracted. Above all, our truth should not get out.”
She paused, then added playfully, “Besides, if you can openly fuck Anjali, why can’t I enjoy making Tharun lose his mind over me?”
Jay’s face darkened. He looked troubled.
Nikitha noticed and softened her tone. She stood up and hugged him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll look after my life. I’ll be careful, okay?”
She pulled him onto the bed with her. Sitting on his lap, she pulled her nighty up, revealing her black lace bra and panties. Jay’s hands moved to her waist, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
“I’m not in the mood,” he muttered.
Nikitha tilted her head. “What’s troubling you? I said I’ll take care of my thing.”
Jay looked at her seriously.
“You look like a real husband who is jealous and possessive about his wife who is chatting with her secret lover.”
Nikitha told and laughed lightly.
She took the phone from him, opened her whatsapp and typed good night..
“Jealous and possessive? me?”
Jay wanted to stop this conversation. His male ego didn’t want to look weak.
He suddenly plucked the phone from her hand, quickly typed a kiss emoji (?) at the end of her last message, and hit send.
Nikitha was shocked with what he done..
“Shit! What have you done, Jay?!” Nikitha exclaimed, grabbing the phone back.
Before she could react further, a reply came.
Tharun:
Good night, but what’s with this kiss emoji? And why did you take so long to respond?
Nikitha panicked for a second, then typed quickly.
Nikitha:
Sorry, I was speaking to my husband. He is out of town. That message was supposed to be for him. I mistakenly sent it to you.
Tharun:
Oh, okay. But isn’t he abroad? You said out of town earlier.
Nikitha froze for a second, then replied.
Nikitha:
Yeah… abroad. How did you know?
Tharun:
Jay mentioned it casually in conversation.
Nikitha:
Oh, okay. Sorry about that. Btw if you want to know anything about me, ask me directly, i dont appreciate people speaking about me enquiring about me behind my back.. She typed angrily.
She was about to put the phone down when Jay suddenly removed his shirt and shorts in one swift motion. Before she could react, he hugged her tightly from behind, his bare chest pressing against her back, and unhooked her bra with practiced fingers.
“Fuck you, Jay…” she muttered, half-annoyed, half-aroused. “You’re putting me in a mess.”
Tharun messaged: Why?
She tried to type a reply, but her fingers fumbled on the screen as Jay’s hot mouth attacked her neck aggressively — kissing, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin. A sharp moan escaped her lips. The phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bedside table with a soft thud.
Jay didn’t give her any time to recover.
He spun her around and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss — hungry, almost violent. His tongue invaded her mouth as his hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her full breasts, pinching her hardened nipples. The jealousy and frustration from the conversation with Tharun had ignited something primal and dark in him.
He wanted to remind her — and himself — that she was his.
Jay pushed her onto the bed roughly. Nikitha landed on her back, breathing heavily, her bra hanging loosely from one shoulder. He yanked her panties down her legs in one motion and threw them aside. Without any foreplay, he spread her thighs wide and thrust into her in one powerful stroke.
Nikitha gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.
“Jay…!” she moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He fucked her hard — deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. There was no tenderness tonight. Only raw possession. Every thrust felt like a claim, like he was trying to erase Tharun’s presence from her mind.
Nikitha matched his intensity, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hips rising to meet him aggressively. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing in the room.
“Harder…” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Jay.”
He obliged, pounding into her with furious energy, gripping her thighs so tightly his fingers left marks. He leaned down and bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. Nikitha cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around him.
They changed positions twice — first he took her from behind, slamming into her with bruising force while pulling her hair, then she rode him wildly, grinding down on his cock with fierce abandon, her breasts bouncing heavily as she chased her pleasure.
Their sex was angry, messy, and intensely passionate — a storm of lust, jealousy, and unspoken emotions.
When they finally came, it was explosive. Nikitha screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls pulsing violently around him. Jay groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible and filling her with thick, hot spurts of cum.
They collapsed together, panting, sweaty, and exhausted.
For a few minutes, neither spoke. Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.
The next morning, when Nikitha opened her phone, there were two new messages from Tharun.
Tharun:
No reply? Slept already?
Tharun:
Good night, Nikitha :)
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