Please be warned that this is rated MA for sexual content and language.

Chapter 1

Betty –

"Are you sure about this place?" Veronica asked Kevin, her fingers pulling at her white pearls as she looked at the glowing neon sign on the brick building – The Whyte Wyrm. There were motorbikes lined up out front, with a few men and women standing around, smoking, talking and laughing loudly. They were all dressed in leather jackets and dark clothing – a little rough around the edges but completely comfortable in their own skin. Veronica's Mui Mui stilettos definitely didn't fit in.

Who was I kidding? Out of the four of us, I stuck out most, dressed in light blue denim short shorts and a white, silky, loose fitting tank, my high, sleek ponytail a stark contrast against the dirty and worn down vibe of the old building.

I glanced at Kevin as he smiled, his expression becoming more excited by the minute. "I'm sure. Joaquin invited us… Plus they don't ID and the beer is cheap."

"I don't know, man." Archie said warily. It was funny, because back at the house he was all for our night out and meeting Joaquin.

Kevin sighed, looping his arm through mine. "Look, I like this guy, and I want him to meet my friends. I want him to be a part of my life."

I gave him a smile and held his arm tighter with mine my own. I wanted to be supportive of my best friend. Us meeting this new guy in his life meant a lot to him.

"Come on, let's go in." I kept my tone light, pretending like I was completely comfortable with this, not afraid at all of not fitting in. "No other place with alcohol is going to allow twenty year old college kids in anyway." I tried to convince Archie and Veronica. Kevin and I walked ahead, entering the bar with the couple following closely behind us.

It really did play like a movie. Everyone turned at our entrance – four preppy college kids completely out of their element at a biker bar. I tried to stay confident, willing myself to breathe normally as my eyes roamed the space.

It was a typical bar, dim and smoky, pool tables tucked to one side, a stage (and pole), tables and chairs filled with people, a small dance floor. The bar took up the majority of the wall towards the left, with more Serpent members than I'd ever seen in one place. I saw them around town of course, eating at Pop's occasionally, but I'd never been this far south of Riverdale.

I noticed a tall slender man smiling and walking towards us. He had shoulder length black hair and piercing blue eyes – eyes fixed on Kevin.

"That's him," Kevin breathed.

"Hey, you made it," Joaquin said.

As he said hello, I noticed all the eyes that had been on us were slowly turning away, conversations resuming as we quickly became old news – just a couple of stupid college kids from the north side.

"Joaquin, these are my friends – Archie, Veronica, and Betty."

Joaquin greeted us all warmly, "It's great to finally meet Kevin's friends. He talks about you all the time. But I kind of thought he was making you guys up."

"Oh, we're very real." Veronica chimed. She already seemed more at lease with Joaquin's kind nature, always sure and confident of herself.

"Let's get you some drinks." Joaquin offered. As he walked ahead of us, I found myself staring at the embroidered green serpent on the back of his leather jacket. I knew he was a Serpent, Kevin had warned us. I'd never actually spoken to or interacted with one of them.

Earlier, back at the house, Veronica and I were wary, but Archie told us to chill out – we needed to support Kevin, after all, he supported each and every one of us, that's why four people who were so different were so close – he was our glue.

We approached an empty section of the bar, and Joaquin offered Veronica and I the two free stools. Archie stood by Veronica's side and Joaquin by mine. Kevin stood between our stools, placing his arms around our shoulders. I had to admit that despite feeling out of place, the close proximity of my friends helped put me at ease.

A beautiful young woman behind the bar smiled at us. She had amazing pink and blonde streaked dark hair, tanned skin, a lot of tattoos, and a revealing outfit. "Hi guys! Joaquin, are these your friends?" She asked with a very friendly tone.

"Yes, this here is Betty, Kevin, Veronica, and Archie. This is Toni, we go way back."

"It's great to meet you. What would you like? First round's on the house," she winked at me.

I couldn't help but smile in return, feeling a twinge of jealously. She was so beautiful, so confident and oozing sex appeal. I could never be like her, or Veronica for that matter. I knew I was pretty, but I also knew I was nothing special – boring and sheltered my whole life – a girl next-door type. I desperately wanted to be more, to be mysterious.

Joaquin ordered us tequila shots. I looked behind the bar as Toni poured them; there was a snake in a vivarium, not moving much, coiled up on a rock. I frowned, huh, well that's different. I felt kind of bad; knowing the noise and the base of the music was probably disturbing the snake, and hoping this wasn't its regular home.

"To new friends!" Joaquin said, holding up his shot glass. We all cheered before downing the burning liquid and sucking on our limes. My face scrunched at the sour taste as the alcohol quickly flowed through my body. I hardly ever drank so the warm buzz felt nice and was instant.

Everyone ordered beers next, but Kevin knew I didn't like the taste.

"And what would you like, babe?" Toni asked me.

I bit my lip, her eyes looking into mine a little too intently. "Ah…" I breathed, not knowing what to order under her dark yet friendly gaze.

"Betty isn't much of a beer drinker," Kevin informed.

"Toni is an amazing bartender, I'm sure she can make you a mixed drink." Joaquin added.

"Do you like cherries?" Toni asked.

I bit the inside of my bottom lip and nodded. I watched her make the drink and hand it across to me, placing a cherry on top. "It's a French Kiss." She told me with a wink. "If you like it, I'll make you a Serpent Kiss next."

Veronica squeezed my hand, which was resting on my thigh. I gave her a glance as I sipped the sweet drink through the straw.

"Excuse me." Toni said as she was called away by more customers. I noticed that Joaquin and Archie were already discussing the football game across our heads as Veronica and I looked at each other.

"Too bad you don't swing for the same team, she's really hot," she teased.

I shook my head at her. "She's just being nice." And I wholeheartedly believed that.

Veronica gave me a teasing smile, humming her 'okay' and leaning into Archie's chest when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. It was still hard sometimes, to see Veronica and Archie together, but I was happy for them, they were perfect together and Archie had never been happier. That's all that mattered.

Our conversation flowed easily as we got to know Joaquin, the five of us speaking over one another and laughing.

"Oh, come on, guys, a pool table just opened up." Joaquin said, "I've been dying to beat Kevin. He keeps bragging about how good he is."

I smiled when Joaquin draped his arm around Kevin's shoulders, the four of them walking slightly ahead of me to the pool tables.

I could feel eyes on me and it made my skin crawl, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge. I should have worn black – did I even own anything black? – No one was wearing white. Even my friends opted for dark outfits.

I took a deep breath, looking up towards the pool tables where we were headed. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes instantly locked with a pair of dark green ones, hooded and serious.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and willed my legs to keep moving, quickly racking my eyes over him before looking down. He was leaning back against a pool table, his beer sitting beside him. He had on a leather jacket like everyone else, and his hair was long – not as long as Joaquin's but long enough to have strands falling across his forehead, the volume in it keeping most of it up. He was tall and had a slender, athletic build. His jeans were dark, the bottoms tucked roughly into his black combat boots, suspenders hanging from the sides. Holy shit…

Despite keeping my eyes off him and on the floor in front of me, I knew he hadn't averted his, probably wondering what the hell we were doing here – so obviously out of our comfort zones. I breathed deeply, trying to keep myself calm and under control.

"Hey, Jughead, meet my friends."

Oh, God. Joaquin was talking to him, introducing each one of us. He shook Archie's and Kevin's hands, giving Veronica a small nod in greeting, probably because Archie had a very protective arm around her and no other guy was allowed to touch her. I longed for someone to be as fiercely protective of me. When Archie and I were together he never acted that way.

"And Betty."

"Hey," I lifted my hand in an awkward wave, instantly wanting to smack myself in the face with it.

The was a glimpse of amusement across his face as he said, "Hey," in return. He probably thought I was the biggest idiot.

"And this is Jughead, our fearless leader,"

Jughead? What the hell kind of a name was that?

"Play with us, man, we've got an uneven number."

Jughead's dark eyes looked towards Joaquin for only a slit second before moving back to mine, "Betty and I will play the winners." He simply said. And with that, it was decided.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek I tried to calm down, tried not to notice how perfect his strong jawline was and how incredibly sexy I found his demeanor. He pushed himself off the table, reaching for his beer and taking a long swing of it.

I bit my lip, thinking about his mouth shamefully and feeling my cheeks warm.

"What the hell did Toni make you?" He asked, eyeing my drink disappointedly.

I watched his full lips as he spoke, slightly wet from the liquid. I couldn't concentrate on the game my friends had started. I'd literally just met the sexiest man on earth: tall, dark, and handsome.

"French Kiss," I shrugged, taking a pull from the straw, mostly because I had no idea what else to do, tucking my free hand into the small back pocket of my shorts.

"Ah," he mused knowingly, "she'll make you a Serpent Kiss next,"

His comment oddly eased my nerves a little. He must have noticed my surprised look, because he continued talking. "It's her signature move, when she likes someone."

We eyed the others playing the game while we continued to stand next to one another. Our close proximity was definitely not lost on me.

"I'm sure that's not it."

He raised his eyebrow at me, "Trust me, you're her favorite type – innocent blonde – shit, you're about everyone's favorite type in this place. Honestly, it's kind of stupid of you to even step foot in here."

I felt my face and neck burn, suddenly even more self-conscious about the whole situation. He just called me stupid, and I'm sure he thought I was. He couldn't have been more than a few years older than me, but everything about him said he'd been through more than I could ever imagine… or hope for.

We stayed quiet for a bit, his words eating at me. I wanted to run out of the bar, thinking that he didn't want me here. Moving my hand out of my pocket and to my side, I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to zone in on the pain and relax a little. My breathing had quickened and I wanted to get it back under control.

I tried to focus on what my friends were doing instead of the Serpent member standing next to me. Veronica and Kevin were beating Joaquin and Archie and I laughed lightly as Veronica and Kevin teased Archie and Joaquin.

I was nervous to play with Jughead, feeling so grateful that Kevin's dad had a pool table in the garage. At least I knew I wasn't terrible and could actually play.

Veronica and Kevin were soon celebrating their victory, but it was short lived when a commotion erupted outside.

"Jughead!" Someone yelled from the entrance.

Jughead grabbed Joaquin's arm as he moved to head for the exit, "Stay here with them!" He commanded, leaving before any of us could figure out what was going on.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Veronica asked.

"Probably just another fight. Don't worry; they're usually over with quickly. Come on; let's get another drink. Don't worry. Really."

But I was worried, worried about Jughead. I frowned, looking towards the exit as Veronica pulled me along with them to the bar. The rest of the bar was back to normal, only a few people stepping outside after Jughead.

"Back for my Serpent Kiss?" I heard Toni ask as soon as I leaned against the bar beside Kevin, my elbows supporting me.

I gave her a small smile and tried to engage in my friend's conversation. Toni got them all more beers and handed me my new drink, this one green and less sweet.

I noticed the snake tattoo wrapping around her forearm and wondered how long she'd been a member. She looked like she was our age.

"Thanks," I offered her another smile.

"You're welcome," She grinned and moved onto the next customer.

I leaned against the bar and sipped my drink, wondering if Jughead would return. When he finally did, he didn't come over to us, instead he stayed tucked in one of the corners with some other gang members, deep in conversation.

His eyes met mine a few times. He was irritated, that much was clear. I wondered what he'd look like when he smiled.

"Oh my god, we should dance, come on!" Kevin said as the music picked up and filtered through the bar. His comment brought me back out of my own head.

"Yes, definitely!" Veronica joined in, hopping excitedly and giving me a pleading look as she grabbed onto my hand.

I frowned, "You guys go ahead," I didn't want to stop their fun.

"Come on B, you're a great dancer." Veronica smiled, pulling me off the bar.

I downed the rest of my drink, letting the alcohol do it's work. This drink was much stronger than my last. With Veronica, I was often a pushover.

It was easier than I thought it would be – to get lost inside the other bodies on the dance floor. It was a mix of younger and older people, all enjoying the music. The bar was pretty inclusive in that sense at least.

I moved to the music easily, the beat taking over my senses. When Veronica moved to town, she'd convinced me to join the Vixens with her. Since then I'd learned how to move with the music, how to let my body surrender to the base.

As we danced, I grew more comfortable, so glad to be out with my friends, who were all happy together, having a great time and letting all our cares wait until tomorrow.

I wondered if Jughead could see us, if I'd speak with him again tonight… or ever. Greedily, I wanted him to look at me, to touch my needful body. I knew it was foolish on my part. We'd move on with our lives, and he'd forget we even met. I'd fantasies about him, with nothing but my imagination to keep me warm.

After a little while, Veronica waved her hand in front of her face, fanning herself, "Time for more shots!" she yelled and we all made our way to the bar again.

"Shots!" Archie ordered happily, laughing with the guys as they high fived him.

"I'm on it, you party animals!" Toni told him, laughing.

"Can I just get a water, please?" I asked, feeling hot and sweaty from the dancing.

She eyed me but handed me the water, along with the shot. I took it with my friends, only to have another placed in front of me. That was it for me, I was beyond buzzed, my body warm and loose.

Joaquin and Kevin, without warning, were headed down one of the corridors together and I was left with Veronica and Archie, shamelessly kissing and caressing as they often did.

I sighed and leaned against the bar again, dropping my head down and taking a deep breath to steady myself. Now that Kevin had found someone, I was going to be the 3rd wheel. Well… technically, the 5th.

"Well hello there, princess," I heard his words before I felt myself become trapped from behind, someone pressing into my back and wrapping an arm around my waist.

And just as quickly as he was there, he was gone, pulled away harshly. "Leave her the fuck alone," Jughead's voice warned. I felt both excitement and panic at the realization that he was close.

I turned to see Jughead holding another Serpent by his jacket. He roughly shoved him away, a scowl plastered across his face.

"Sorry, boss," he said as he stumbled away drunkenly and a few people laughed, shaking their heads. I felt my cheeks burn, not used to or liking attention.

I looked at Jughead when he faced me, his eyes darker than before, his chest rising and falling rapidly. With his jaw clenched, his eyes averted mine, as if he were annoyed by my very being. Toni handed him a beer without him having to ask. He ran a hand through his messy hair. I bit into my lip, wanting to loose my own hands in the same dark mess.

"Where the fuck is Joaquin?" He asked through gritted teeth, looking around.

I didn't know if he was asking me, but I answered, fearful he'd become more upset if I didn't. "He and Kevin stepped away… Down there," I motioned to the corridor.

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. He looked at Veronica and Archie behind me, pulling a disgusted face at their public display of affection. God, they were practically minutes away from devouring each other.

Great, I though, all three of my best friends are getting lucky tonight, and I'll be falling asleep alone yet again, frustrated. Even I thought I was pathetic.

"Oh my god," Jughead's face twisted to pure disgust, "Come on, I'll take you guys home before you're fucking on the bar," he instructed, clapping Archie on the back to get his attention. Archie gave his signature handsome smile.

Veronica found her bearings, "What? No! We can't leave Betty." She said, coming to hug me, as if suddenly remembering she and Archie weren't alone.

Jughead looked at me, annoyed again and making my heart sink. "It's okay, I'll drive her home too, and Joaquin will take care of Kevin. Let's go," he placed his hand on my back, the contact sending electricity though my entire body.

My shirt was thin and I could easily feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric. Veronica linked arms with Archie again, the two of them walking ahead of us. Jughead didn't move his hand, guiding me through the bar and out of the front door; the cool air was a nice contrast against the heat from inside the bar.

Jughead's car was around back, a black Jeep, shiny and new. He opened the passenger door for me. I used the handle to pull myself up the small step, gasping lightly when his hand came to my waist, helping me.

I settled and bit my lip, letting him close the door and come around to the driver's side. Veronica and Jughead were already in the back seat, back at it – sucking each other's faces off.

I gave Jughead directions. It was the only talking we did, Jughead quiet as he drove. I watched his hand on the wheel, remembering how it felt when he touched my back and waist moments ago. Warmth shot through my core, making me blush in the darkness of the car.

There was nothing but the passing street lights and Veronica and Archie's soft moans and groans from the back seat, fits of soft laughter erupting from Veronica a few times as she whispered his name in warning. She had to remind him they weren't alone. I shot Kevin a text so that he'd know we'd gone home. I hoped he wouldn't be mad that we left him, but I felt confident in Joaquin. I could tell how much the two liked each other.

My heart was beating out of my chest with anticipation. I didn't want to leave this car, leave and never see this man again. He scared me, but in an exciting way, he was unlike anyone I'd ever interacted with before.

He pulled into our driveway. Veronica, Archie, Kevin and I shared a house just off campus. It was small and crappy – countless college students living in it before us. We liked it though; enjoying our new found freedom away from home. This was ours, where no one could tell us what to do.

"Thanks, man. Appreciate the ride." Archie told Jughead, he and Veronica getting out.

"You coming, B?" Veronica asked, holding the car door open and looking in at me from the back.

"She'll be right behind you." Jughead answered her, looking at me as if challenging me to say differently.

Veronica seemed as surprised at Jughead's words as I was. Without saying anything her eyes asked if I was okay.

"It's okay, V, I'll be right in." I tried to assure her with the calmest voice I could summon. She paused for another moment, making sure I wasn't just saying that.

"Don't worry, I won't bite. I'll make sure she makes it inside unharmed." Jughead added.

I gave Veronica a small smile and nodded, letting her know it really was okay. Was it?

She and Archie were inside within seconds, disappearing into their bedroom until morning.

I sat quietly in the passenger seat, pressing my knees together and chewing on my lip. I was nervous and excited, scared and giddy.

I looked over the glowing dashboard, my eyes trailing to the steering wheel, his hand no longer on it.

The alcohol was warming my insides, but still I felt a shiver raising the fine blonde hairs on my arms. I pulled my shoulders into myself, clasping my hands together in my lap. What did he want?

"You cold?" His voice filled the small space, deep and calm, not at all matching his concern for my comfort.

It allowed me to look up at him though, his features even more stunning in the shadows. His skin looked soft, almost as pale as mine, clusters of beauty marks dancing over his handsome face.

"I'm okay," I managed to say.

His forearm was draped over the console, moving his hand confidently onto my knee. I breathed in, my breath catching as I looked down at his hand. His palm was warm and large, moving slightly up my leg, his fingers gripping the inside of my thigh. My skin was so sensitive to the touch, my heart rate rising almost instantly at the sensual contact. I wanted him to keep going – higher, closer to my center – where he'd be so welcome.

But it didn't.

"Come here," he commanded lowly. I turned and leaned in closer, the console between us, biting deeply into the side of my bottom lip. His thump had found the small bump of the pink mole on my inner thigh and was lightly running back and forth over it. It was oddly sexual, making me tingle and feel warm from the inside out.

As I shifted even closer, the movement made me notice the moisture that had started pooling in my panties, my center lightly throbbing at his close proximity and touch.

He moved his free hand to tilt my chin up, making me look into his eyes, dark and dangerous. I felt like pray… and I loved it. I'd never wanted anyone like this.

His fingers moved lightly down my neck and over the curve of my breast, curling into the fabric of my neckline. His stare followed, inching his face closer to mine.

My chest rose and fell deeply, intoxicated by the lust washing through my body. I moved my hand atop his, pushing his hand further up my thigh. His grip only tightened, not letting me move his hand where I desperately wanted it to go.

I wanted his hands to keep exploring. I wanted his mouth closer.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as if an after though, so close I could feel his hot breath and smell him; a mixture of beer and mint. It was surprisingly sexy.

His lips were so close I could almost feel them; both our breaths mingling with each exhale. I awaited his kiss, not daring to move.

With despair on my part, his lips averted mine, instead brushing against my cheek and moving to my ear. "You're very temping, you know that?" he asked, his voice deeper, and my body aching with need.

"Do you want to come inside?" I asked breathlessly, sounding so desperate and needy that I almost cringed.

He was silent for a second, making me think he was going to ignore my question. "Do you want me to come inside?" He finally replied his lips on my neck now, his hand coming to cradle my cheek.

"Yes..." I confessed, my voice hardly a whisper.

He pressed his mouth harder against my skin, his teeth biting. I moaned without meaning to, squirming in the seat, wishing his weight was above me, holding me down.

"You sure?" He teased, his tongue making me gasp as it ran over where he'd bitten. He'd broken his promise to Veronica about not biting, and I couldn't be happier.

"Yes," I said bravely, "I want you to."

Without another word he pulled away and turned the car off, stepping out swiftly and coming around to open my door before my foggy mind could catch up. Was this really happening right now?

He took my hand, prompting me to step out. I did, feeling a bit woozy. He steadied me and I looked up. He was at least 6-foot, probably a little taller, his shoulders square and broad as he looked down at me, somewhat perplexed.

"Are you drunk, blondie?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"No," I defended a little too intently, "and I don't like that name." I frowned.

His smirk lightened the mood, his hands coming to the sides of my neck and his thumbs stroking my jaw. "Too bad, I like it," he winked. There it was, that smile, breathtaking and handsome. Instantly I was hit with a wave of panic, afraid I wasn't good enough and at any second he'd turn around and leave.

I rolled my eyes, surprised by my sudden bravery as I turned to lead him in. I was smart enough to know it was a coping mechanism, trying to make myself believe that if he did leave, I'd be fine.

He grabbed my wrist quickly, not painfully but with enough force to spin me back around against his chest.

"There's no getting out of this once we're in that house," he said in warning, holding me closer by wrapping an arm around my waist.

I moved my hands up his arms and to his shoulders, feeling the soft leather as I went. "Good," I breathed, licking my lips. My gaze moved down to his, slightly open. "Kiss me?" I asked softly.

He smirked, his hand moving to my chin again, tilting me up to him. He moved down, closer, "If you're a good girl,"

My legs went weak. I felt both pleasure and pain at his words, wishing for his lips and feeling turned on by what exactly I had to do for him to consider me a good girl.

I sighed, visibly disappointed, and took his hand, leading him inside and up the stairs through the dark house. Archie and Veronica's room was down stairs while Kevin and I had our own rooms on the upper floor. Jughead closed my bedroom door behind us, leaning back against it and folding his arms. He looked completely cool and relaxed, perfectly sinful in the moonlight spilling in through the window.

I moved closer, stopping when he held me back by placing a hand on my waist. "Take your clothes off, baby," he instructed, his eyes moving down my body when I stepped out of my flats, kicking them behind me.

I felt a little self-conscious, but still yearned to please him. I moved my fingers to my shorts button, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. I wiggled them down my hips as slowly and calmly as I could, finally pushing them down my legs and stepping out.

As his eyes darkened and he adjusted himself in his jeans, I smiled, pleased that I was turning this beautiful man on. I'd never stripped for someone before; no one had ever looked at me with such desire. My fear melted away, with each discard of my clothing.

I pulled my shirt off next, standing before him in only my lace bra and panties – even they were white. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply and taking a second.

"Don't stop."

I looked at him, reaching back to unclasp my bra. It slipped down my arms and fell onto the floor before me. His gaze moved down my body as I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, gently pushing them off.

I was well aware that I was now completely naked, and he was still fully clothed. I wanted to be touched by him more than I'd ever wanted anything. There was a small part of me that reveled in this, knowing there was power in my form.

Jughead pushed himself off the door, slipping his jacket down his arms and hanging it on the door handle, like he had all the time in the world. Without his jacket on I got a better look at his body, muscular and fit.

"Lay back on the bed," he told me gently, moving a hand to my cheek and running the other down my naked shoulder and arm.

We stepped to the foot of my bed together and I sat down, looking up at him as he looked down, nudging me gently to lay back. I did, watching him and waiting, growing more excited with each second that passed.

He spread my knees apart with his leg, taking both my hands and bringing them above my head. His face was now above and close to mine, his clothed body lightly touching me with his movements.

"You're doing so good," he breathed against my lips, teasing. "Keep your arms like that for me,"

I was about to speak, but nothing escaped except a desperate sigh.

"Tell me," he said, realizing I wanted to say something.

I frowned, my eyes moving to his lips, "Good enough to kiss?" I wondered, moving my lips closer to his. He was so close I could almost taste him, feel the heat from his body.

His sexy smile deepened as his hand traveled down the valley of my breasts and over my stomach. I pressed my thighs back together, anticipating his touch to continue south. His smile disappeared, his brows pulling together. "Spread your knees, Betty, keep them open."

I did, his body now settling between my thighs, making it impossible for me to close them again.

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes when his hand brushed against my core, his finger moving in between the folders. "I'll kiss you when you come for me…" he said, "God, you're so fucking wet."

Every light stroke felt better and more powerful than any prior sexual experience, including penetration. It was like my body had found what it was desperately seeking. I pressed my head back into the mattress, trying hard to leave my arms above my head and not move too much. My head was spinning.

"Jug…" I breathed, pushing my hips up against him. He pushed a finger inside me, my desire growing; it felt so good, yet nowhere near enough, craving more. I wanted to scream for more, tell him I needed it, drunk on lust. In this moment I was hyper aware of every inch of my skin, feeling like I might burst out of it. "Please…"

He pulled out, his finger circling my clit, the moister making it feel impossibly sleek and smooth. My nerve was throbbing, the though of being rewarded with a kiss for coming was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

He pumped a second finger inside of me, my walls stretching and adjusting, his palm rubbing roughly over the nerve, bringing me closer and closer. I looked at him with hooded eyes, unable to stop the small noises that were escaping my lips. He was watching me so intently. Being watched by him like this and hearing the soft sounds of my arousal as he fucked me with his fingers was almost too much.

I felt it building in my toes, my back arching as he hit just the right spot, "Just like that," he whispered, "Let go."

My mouth fell open, gasping for air as my whole body tensed, sensitive and awakened with a wave of pleasure. "Oh, god…" I cried when his continued movement prolonged my climax, tears running down my temples and into my hairline. I was happy his body was above mine, his weight holding me down. I felt like I might float away.

His fingers slipped out of me gently, his mouth moving to my neck again.

The anticipation was killing me, his lips moving up my chin and to my lips. "Such a good girl," he mused, finally pressing his lips to mine, hard and hot. There was so much desire and passion in it, more than I'd ever received or given, and I knew in that moment that all other men were ruined for me. He licked my lip, making me open my mouth, our tongues meeting in perfect harmony, crushing and taking each other hungrily. It was impossible to want anything more than I wanted him.

The sudden touch to my overly sensitive core made me moan into the kiss. He didn't let me break it, rubbing my clit between his middle and ring fingers, cupping my sex.

My head spinning, his lips taking mine, I found myself falling down the deep dark hole again quickly, nothing existing but the two of us. He bit my bottom lip just as I moaned and tensed with another orgasm, this one as strong as the first.

He pushed a finger inside me again, once, looking down into my eyes as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking my arousal off his finger and tasting me. It was incredibly sexy, seeing the wild look in his eyes, a man as consumed with desire as I was.

"Jug?"

He moved his hand to my chest, his thumb running across my hardened nipple, sending another shock of pleasure through me, tickling.

"Yeah?"

"Can I touch you?" I asked, fisting my hands, still above us on the bed.

He seemed to stop, considering it, as he continued to tease my nipple.

"I want to feel you," I confessed, anticipating his approval.

He stood back up and I missed the contact, but smiled when he reached for the hem of his black t-shirt, pulling it up his body to reveal perfect abs and pecks, a light v shaped groove running down to his groin from his hips. His arms were defined enough to be strong, but not overly so. He was stunning.

"Come see how hard you make me," his voice challenged, offering a hand.

I took it, letting him pull me up to sitting. I reached up, feeling his soft skin, moving down the ridges of his muscles and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, I unbuckled his belt and jeans, pulling them down to reveal slender hips and black boxer brief, his length visible.

Biting my lip I looked up at him, hooking my fingers into the waistband, moving my lips to kiss him over the thin fabric. I'd never yearned to have someone in my mouth before. I'd done it, but I'd never been turned on by the idea. But him… I wanted him.

I wanted to taste all of him. I moved his briefs down his thighs, completely stunned at the gorgeous man before me, he looked like an Italian underwear model. Even his hair was falling over his face as he looked at me, waiting to see what I'd do.

I took him into my hand, my eyes taking in his erection as I began to pump him slowly. He was long and thick, and I found myself smiling on the inside, thinking that a dick was beautiful. His hand cradled the back on my neck, and the thought of him guiding my mouth down on his length made me buzz. In this moment, a whole new erotic world was upon me. I wanted to keep exploring, with him.

I opened my mouth, keeping my eyes on him as I slowly took him in, licking the slit along his tip. His stare turned mean, his brow pulling together and his jaw clenching.

I closed my lips around him, moving up and down slowly a few times, letting my saliva coat him. I hummed, tasting his pre cum, slightly salty, and stroked the part of him that I couldn't fit into my mouth. I closed my eyes, surprised by how much it turned me on, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I wanted to touch myself.

"Fuck," he cursed after a moment, his hold on the back on my neck tightening, "Ah, stop, Betty, stop," he hissed.

I frowned as I did what he said, looking up at him with sad eyes. His hand came around the side on my face, cradling my chin as his thumb pulled my bottom lip down "Shit, you're so sexy,"

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"What? No. I just don't want to come yet… Your mouth is perfect,"

"Oh," I smiled, feeling a little shy at his praise.

He stepped out of his boots, jeans, and briefs, finally naked and proud in all his naked glory. I tried to focus on his tattoos – scattered all over his body, on his arms, chest, and side, the darkness not allowing me to see exactly what they were.

I watched him pull his wallet out of his discarded jeans, followed by a condom. I took it from his hand, wanting to touch him more. He was perfect and I was going to take all I could get.

Once I rolled on the condom, his hand around my upper arm pulled me up to stand with him. He reached down quickly, making me giggle as he lifted me easily and I wrapped myself around him.

With one arm around me, he kneeled on the bed and laid me down on my pillow, hovering above me.

I moved my hands into his hair, softer than I imagined, and I smiled because he was letting me. I felt somehow good enough under his gaze. He moved his face to my neck, trailing kisses along my skin and moving down to suckle at my left breast. I held him there, pressing my hips up into him.

He kissed back up to my ear, nibbling at my earlobe. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked darkly, placing himself at my entrance and gliding the tip of his dick between my folds and over my throbbing nerve. I closed my eyes, anticipating him and longing for more. Yes…

He pushed in gently, stretching me to fit him. It stung but I wanted more. After a few slow deep thrusts he looked down at me, pushing my thighs apart so he could go deeper.

"Tell me? When you walked into a biker bar, did you want to get fucked by someone like me?" He pushed in deeper, his movements becoming more forceful.

Moving my hands to his face, I frowned, trying with all my might not to cry out with each thrust, his speed increasing. "No," I managed to say. It was true. I never expected to have this with anyone, even if it was for just one night. My chest was heavy with lust, desire, an approaching orgasm, and worry that he thought I was just some girl who wanted to get fucked by a random man.

He grabbed both my hands, holding them down to either side of me on the bed. "No?" he groaned, clenching his jaw.

I cried out as he hit a deeper spot, each thrust making it ache. "No," I breathed, gripping his hands. The pain subsided quickly, turning into pure ecstasy.

His lips moved over mine, meeting in a half kiss, both of us breathing deeply against each other's faces. "I don't believe you,"

I moaned and closed my eyes, unable to respond in that moment. I let myself get lost in the pleasure, his body moving above mine, our skin making slapping noises as the force and speed kept increasing, his stamina surprising me.

As my release approached, moving throughout every inch of me, he bit down on my neck, making me cry out, "Harder," lost in my release and needing more.

He didn't stop, gripping my hands with his and using his body weight to hold me down. There was something so incredibly intoxicating about wanting to be held like this, and being held down by him.

My body shook under his as my release approached. I pushed my body up towards him, only to be pushed down into the mattress with each heavy thrust, prolonging my orgasm until his hips stilled against mine, joining me in his own. His body became heavier on top of mine as he relaxed, quiet while we tried to calm our breathing.

We didn't move. His hands weren't gripping mine anymore, rather just holding on.

"Jughead?" I said, breaking the silence that had fallen after the sounds of pleasure only moments ago.

"Yeah?" he asked more softly than before, his breathe warm on my shoulder.

"I didn't want this from someone like you," I breathed, completely and totally satisfied, from my fingers down to my toes.

He pulled back only far enough to look down at me with question.

"I wanted it from you," I bit my lip, watching his express, now unreadable. "I want it from you." I confessed.

Gently his lips took mine again, both our hands moving to each other's faces, kissing and caressing. He pulled out of me and I moaned at the loss of him.

"You want me?" he asked, placing his forehead to mine.

I nodded, my eyes fixated on his green ones. I whimpered when he moved off me, then giggled as he grabbed my ankles, using them to pull me down. I looked down at him as he kneeled at the foot of the bed.

He used both hands to spread me open, his fingers on my swollen and sensitive skin threatened to make me come again. Oh, I wanted it. I'd never come this much and this hard. Yes, it felt a little embarrassing being completely spread and open, his face inches away and looking at me, but at the same time it was such a turn on and I didn't care.

He spread my legs wider, "Keep them open," I felt his breath against me right before he kissed me there, lapping me up with more urgency than I expected. I could feel the moister leave me in waves.

"Oh god," I gripped the sheets beside me, his tongue pressing flat against me, and then curling to my opening.

As a sudden shock of pleasure hit me, I clamped my knees around the side of his head, surprised when his mouth was replaced with a sting. I yelped, never having felt it before. It was amazing, and thank god he kept doing it, making me come harshly by the fourth slap.

I cried out when he pressed his mouth to me again, gripping his hair and feeling like I was going to loose my mind. "I can't," I gasped. I felt like I might go crazy if I came again, the waves of pleasure coming before I was ready. I could hardly catch my breath.

Tears spilled down my face and I cried out desperately, "God, Jughead, please… I ..." I was unable to put a sentence together, not really knowing what I wanted to say. My legs shook with weakness against his shoulders, his arms holding my hips still with force.

"It's okay, baby, come again," he coaxed against me, my body so responsive. I cried out, literally cried, feeling completely spent and letting another orgasm take me.

"Please," I pulled at his hair, squirming on the bed, breathless. "I can't… anymore…"

He stopped after a moment, moving to lay on top of me again. He kissed my cheeks gently, hushing me before whispering, "You're beautiful,"

I smiled, feeling silly for crying, but it felt so good, letting go so completely. It was such a big release or tension and emotions. I'd never experienced being so lost in myself that way. He kissed me slow and soft, letting me taste myself against his lips.

"That was amazing," I whispered, wanting him to know. "I want you again," I moaned, feeling his length against my stomach.

He smirked, "You sure you can handle it?"

I wasn't, but I nodded anyway. If this was how I went, I'd die the happiest woman in the world. I never wanted tonight to end. Before he moved off me again for another condom I told him I was on the pill and he didn't need to use one unless he wanted to.

Without delay he was inside of me again, allowing me to claw at his back and move my grip to his firm ass, loving the feel of every push and pull. We kissed deeply, and I was completely lost, nothing else existing but him and I, here in this dark room.