I plastered a neutral look on my face and tried my best to act normal.
"Elizabeth, we're home ... Were you sleeping?" She asked as her eyes narrowed and glanced at me suspiciously.
"Yes, I just woke up a little while ago..." I admitted, at least that wasn't a lie.
"How was the movie?" I asked, hoping to change the subject and get her to leave.
She looked like she was going to probe some more and the seconds ticked by slowly. Finally she shrugged her shoulders.
"It was mediocre ...dinner was better …. Well good night Betty." She blew me a kiss and I kept my resolve hoping she wouldn't see Jughead's hat.
"Good night mom." I replied as the door closed behind her.
I let out a huge sigh of relief. I hopped off the bed and locked the door. My mother would have a fit if she knew it was locked, she hated locked doors but I figured rather her get mad at that than finding a boy in my room! Lesser of two evils I suppose.
I lifted up my dust ruffle and poked Jughead's leg.
"Coast is clear Juggie..." I whispered.
He slid out and sat against my bed on the floor.
"Whew that was close eh?" he said as he ran a hand over his face.
"Too close." I nudged him and sat down beside him on the floor.
"Now what?" I asked. "There's certainly no way you can leave now, guess you'll have to try sneak out later once everyone's asleep." I mused. I looked out at the soft flurries of snow that were falling past my window.
"I can think of something we can do..." he replied smirking as he reached over and cupped my cheek with his left hand. He bent down and kissed my lips softly. He was deliberate and lazy, taking his time exploring my mouth.
I couldn't resist him and I kissed him back, my lips parting as a low groan left my mouth. He knew how to kiss, and I could imagine just sitting there for hours not wanting to do anything but kiss him. His soft lips started kissing up my cheek and then lightly kissed each eyelid. He planted kisses along my jaw and down into my neck.
I knew this probably wasn't the time or the place but God I didn't care. I had one arm bracing myself on the floor, the other reached up and grabbed the lapel of his jacket encouraging him. I felt his other hand snake down my side and skim just under my tank top, sprawling across the length of my stomach.
"You're so soft and warm." He whispered into my ears and then sucked on my ear lobe. His hand had now moved from my cheek up into my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my loose curls and tugged gently and I let out a soft cry.
He chuckled in my ear.
"Betty if you don't want your parents to find me you're going to have to be quiet." He murmured.
How the fuck was I supposed to be quiet when he was doing all these things to me? I thought, a smile playing on my lips.
Grabbing ahold of his jacket, once again I realized that he had entirely too many clothes on and I tried to remove it while he continued kissing my neck and pulling my hair. He was, however, proving to be too distracting. He chuckled again and his low husky voice filled my ear.
"Here let me..."standing up he kicked off his shoes and started removing his jacket, tossing it on top of his hat.
I knelt in front of him and grinned up at him mischievously. I started to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans.
"Betty...What ..?" he started to say.
I caught his eye and shook my head.
"Shhhhhhhh...You have to be quiet remember?" I said mocking his earlier words to me.
His eyes darkened but he kept his mouth shut and smiled.
Pulling his jeans down I stared at his red and white checkered boxers, now looking like a pitched tent because of his large and erect penis. I hadn't noticed what he had been wearing the night before.
I licked my lips unconsciously "Mmmm I was right, I figured you to be a boxer man." I said, my voice low.
"Spend a lot of time thinking about what underwear men wear?" He asked teasingly.
"Maybe I do..." I answered coyly and in one swift movement I had pushed down his underwear, grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and closed my mouth around his hard length.
He hissed through is teeth and I'm sure I heard a few curse words leave his lips as he tried to be quiet. My fingers pushed into his muscles, pressing deep into his butt cheeks encouraging him to thrust into my mouth. His hands grabbed onto my hair and tugged, guiding my head, pushing himself deeper into my wet mouth.
His skin was so silky, and my tongue rubbed against his veins. I could hear his breathing become raspy. In and out, in and out, I worked my mouth over his throbbing cock, grazing my teeth over the tip every now and then, earning sharp intakes of air from him as I drove him wild.
Hearing him curse my name he pulled me up from the floor. He threw me on the bed and was on top of me in seconds. He removed his shirt, flinging it to the ground. He pushed my pajama bottoms down and off he then pried my legs open with his knees. I was all too happy to accommodate. Grabbing his neck with my hand I pulled him down to me so I could kiss him. He braced one hand on the pillow next to my head, and the other pushed up under my tank top, pawing at my breast, pinching the nipple.
I felt the head of his cock at my entrance and I thrust forward, demanding that he enter me, I was desperate to feel him inside of me. He smiled playfully and pushed inside just a little and then out. Slowly he pushed in and out, so much so that I was dripping wet and practically begging him to fuck me. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Finally he pushed so deep into me that I was completely filled with him. He stopped, his body still. I wriggled with frustration but he just lay still, his hand rubbing my swollen breast. His lips left mine and he whispered against my ear as I lay there trying to get him to move inside of me.
"Something you're waiting for?" he asked, chuckling low.
"Juggie ...please." I moaned, not trusting myself to say anything else. He was teasing me I know, making me wait but I knew this was taking all of his self-control, and knowing that I had this much power over him and visa versa was sending me over the edge.
In what seemed like a moment of hesitation he finally moved out of me and plunged back inside of me, reaching my hot core with a fervent force. Faster and harder he was relentless and I could barely contain myself. I was trying so hard to be quiet. I could feel the passion rise up in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was about to explode.
I felt my body shudder and was overcome with a million sensations. I tried not to make a sound but it proved too difficult and I started to cry out his name. Luckily he captured my mouth with his and was able to stop most of the sound. Seconds later I felt his body convulse.
His voice was deep as I heard him say "Fuck..." under his breathe and I smiled at the revelation.
His arm buckled as he lay down on top of me, breathing heavily.
"I have to pee." I murmured and he laughed.
"Awesome pillow talk Bets..." but he wasn't mad, he rolled off me and I got up to use the restroom.
Washing my hands I stood in front of the mirror and looked up at my disheveled hair, swollen lips and flushed checks. I grabbed my toothbrush and looked up as Jughead sauntered into the bathroom.
Looking at him in the mirror I was overcome with emotion. His dark eyes crinkled when he smiled, his hair was floppy and messy. He was so incredibly handsome standing behind me, his boxers low on his hips his athletic chest glistening with sweat.
He cleared his throat, guess I was staring for too long.
"You got an extra toothbrush Bets?" He asked.
"I do actually but its bright pink, hope you don't mind?" I said smiling as he raised an eyebrow.
I handed him the florescent toothbrush and smirked as he grimaced at the color. We stood side by side brushing our teeth in blissful silence. It was so normal, so domesticated. It was perfect.
I rinsed my mouth and started brushing my hair when all of a sudden the adjourning door in the bathroom opened and in walked Polly.
To be continued x
