Chapter 25 - Unbelievable
Jughead laughed he chased a fleeing Betty up the stairs to his apartment, she was singing along to the song that had been playing in the bar that they were running from, interrupting herself with laughs.
It was getting late and the group had slowly started disappearing. Jughead had been teasing Betty, as he often did, he made a comment that took her by surprise. Without thinking through through what was doing, she went to gesture an accusatory finger towards him - seeming to forget that her drink was held in that hand - she managed to douse his shirt in her cold beverage.
She'd clapped a hand over her shocked mouth that betrayed her amused chortle before she quickly handed her – now empty – glass to Veronica and quite literally ran away from him in the direction of his apartment.
Betty breathed heavily as she hit the top of the stairs coming up to the locked door. She chuckled at herself; she hadn't thought this through very well. She turned to see Jughead coming for her, grinning at her cornered position at the top of the stairs.
She backed up against the door bracing her hands against the polished wood as he closed the distance between them. Both of their chests heaved from their run up the stairs and they looked at each other exchanging smirks, hers guilty and his spelling mischief.
"That was not very nice, Betty Cooper." He said in a low voice, placing his hands on her hips before his body pushed her against the door. "I'd almost think that was just a ploy for you to get me out of my clothes." He teased.
Betty brought one of her hands to her heart in mock shock. "Me?" She gasped, "never." she defended, a hint of a smirk on her lips. He slowly cocked an eyebrow, staring into her eyes as he unlocked the door. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he just continued to stare at her intensely.
As he clicked the lock open and twisted the handle, he pushed off of her. She stumbled backwards a step and he slipped past her into the apartment.
"Well, if that's not what you were getting at then..." He started to say as he flipped on the lights and made a move to head for the balcony. He was stopped by her grip on the collar of his leather jacket, behind his neck.
"Okay," She said as her hands slipped under the collar, pulling the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, "Maybe I'm not opposed to the idea." She admitted, tossing his jacket towards the dining table. The leather smacked against the surface, slipping slightly off the edge.
He turned his head to look over his shoulder with the smirk, one that had not left his lips since he opened the door to his apartment. Her hands slipped under her the hem of the soaked shirt, that was now clinging to his chest. He raised his arms as she stood on her the tips of her toes to pull it off, tossing it away with his jacket. Her hands lightly gripped his bare shoulders and directed him towards the bedroom.
"I seem to recall something you said earlier." she said in a seductive tone as they stepped into the dark room, neither bothering to switch on the light. "You said that you," she spun him around so the back of his knees connected with the bed, brining her mouth to his neck while trailing her nails gently over his chest – carefully avoiding his wound – to stop at his jeans. "were going to do terrible thing to me, in my little uniform, tonight." She repeated his statement before pampering his neck with kisses and nips, undoing his button and zip.
He groaned and his hands reached around her to grab her ass, she quickly took his wrists in her hands and placed his arms back at his side. "But," she continued, slipping her fingers below the waist band of his briefs, "I'm going to do terrible things to you first." She informed with promise.
In a painfully slow motion, she pulled his remaining clothes down his legs, until they bunched at his ankles; his now hard erection free from its confines. One leg at a time she knelt to the floor in front of him.
She seemed utterly confident in what she was doing, but she was far from that; she'd never done this before. During the week she'd done what she was best at, research. She'd read several articles and delved into the realm of internet porn. She'd even had a really awkward encounter with a banana and Veronica's instruction. She was determined to come through with her promise of 'later' that she had made when dressing him at the hospital last weekend.
She ran her hands up the fronts of his thighs, one gripping to his hip as the other gripped his shaft. He huffed at the contact and she smirked. Pushing herself up on her knees, she trailed her tongue from the base to the tip in a slow wet line. She twirled her tongue around the rim of the head before wrapping her lips around him.
He groaned at the slick warmth of her mouth, his arm jolting out to grip the frame at the foot of the bed, to steady himself. She sucked on the tip, rubbing her moist lips over the ridge of the head repeatedly.
"Holy fuck." He groaned under his breath as she plunged him deeper inside her mouth. Pulling her head back, she pressed the flat of her tongue up to run the length of him before taking him again. With the hand that she'd wrapped around his shaft to steady the position she needed it in, she started stroking the neglected base of his length with a firm but gentle grasp in sync with the movements of her mouth.
His huffed groan was louder this time, interrupted by his own stuttered breaths as his free hand – the one that wasn't bracing the bed frame for dear life, in a grip so tight he could almost dent the metal – tangled into the loose strands of Betty's hair at the nape of her neck. He was careful not to pull too hard but couldn't help but squeeze the strands in his fist.
At the sensation of him pulling at her hair, she moaned. He involuntarily twitched in her mouth as the vibrations of the sound ran through him like an electric current. The echo that rumbled in his chest was distinctly a growl of pleasure as he tightened his grip, both on the bed and her hair slightly tighter.
He didn't try to control the movements of her head, simply gripped her hair and going along with them. Every time she drew him back inside her mouth was more mind-blowing than the time before. She would occasionally swirl her tongue around his tip as she drew him out, or suck a little bit harder on the head before drawing him back in as deep as she trusted herself to – which was only just over half his length.
"Fuck, Betts." He grunted as her teeth very lightly brushed the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft, spurring nothing but more intense pleasure. At his words, she looked up at him in the dark room. The light, coming through the blinds and the door to the living room, were just enough for him to see the green eyes that looked up at him through thick black lashes. She held eye contact as she thrust him slightly further inside her mouth, until he hit the back. His breathing came out in stuttered huffs as he watched her intently, watching his slickened hardness slowly disappear inside her warm, wet mouth over and over.
She continued to focus her mouth on him as she made her way off her bruising knees and onto her feet. The hand, that she was not using to pump him, slipped under the side of her skirt to hook under the band of her boy shorts - pulling them to her ankles.
With one last tease of his tip, her mouth left him. He growled at the loss of the unbelievably euphoric sensation. She stretched her legs to straighten, bending at the hips. She trailed a line of torturous kisses up his chest and neck, kicking off her boyshorts over her white sketchers as she took a step forward, seizing his ear lobe gently between her teeth.
"Fuck me." She whispered in his ear, a pleading order. In a flash Jughead grabbed her hips, pivoting their bodies so her back was to the bed. He pushed her hips back until she was sat on the bed and he bent to crush his lips to hers, spreading her legs with his knee as he ravenously attacked her tongue with his.
His hand was quick to slip under her skirt and between her legs - he didn't mess around - immediately plunging two fingers inside her soaking wet entrance. She gasped a moan at the sudden fill, the sound mixing with his growl - brought on by how wet she was just from what she'd done to him.
He teased her clit with his thumb whilst curling his fingers to hit her sweet spot, as he too throbbed in desperate want. He was worked up from the pleasure that was quickly built up by her skilled tongue and warm mouth, though he knew he should focus on her because he was not going to last long after that and the only thing more important to him right now than his impending orgasm, was hers. All of them, all of the mind shattering orgasms he could manage to give her; she deserved more than one.
The fight of their mouths was fuelled and a passionate need for each other, but it wasn't long before Betty pulled away in need of more. She looked him in the eyes, her own dripping with lust.
"I want you to fuck me." She begged in a whimper, as he went to reach for the draw she stopped him, seizing his wrist. She grinned shyly up at him, "I'm on the pill now." She admitted. His answering smirk would put the devil to shame. That information gave him a violent thrill, he was going to be able to truly feel her, no barriers.
He bought his lips back to hers with the same fervent passion but somehow even more excitement. He gently guided her down onto the bed, his bare arousal brushing against her begging centre. It surprised him when she braced his chest, pushing him back until he stood and she propped herself up on her elbows.
"I want to try something different..." she said, he was quickly intrigued and feeling a bit less rejected from her pushing him away. "you can choose what." She allowed with a coy grin. The devil himself stood before her in that moment and he was going to take full advantage of that allowance.
He leaned forward gripping her hips, lifting and spinning her onto her stomach as she squealed in surprise. She didn't know if it was healthy to admit to herself how much she liked being thrown around by him. His hands gripped under her hips pulling them back so she was kneeling in front of him. Propping herself up on her elbows, she peaked over her shoulder at him, rocking her ass back to brush against his erection. Fucking hell.
His hands stayed on her hips as he lined himself up with her entrance and thrust deep inside her. Feeling her bare heat for the first time was entirely overwhelming; hot, tight and utterly indulgent.
"Fuck!" She cried out loudly as he filled her at a deliciously deep new angle, her fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric beneath her.
He was building to his undoing by the first thrust, but it was the most insatiable feeling he didn't hold back in pulling out almost all the way before burying himself deep inside her again... and again.
She trembled and her loud cries of praise only intensified when he reached around to tease her swollen and wet bundle of nerves, as her continued his urgent thrusts.
"Oh my, fucking j- oh god!" She screamed in her state of complete euphoria before her sounds suddenly cut off and her legs shook violently; her orgasm flowingly electricity from her toes to her fingertips. Jughead grunted at the impossibly tight clench of her muscles around him. He was trying so hard to make this last as long as possible, but the tightening of his stomach muscles was really starting to hurt his injury.
Watching Betty come undone - in that damn cheerleading uniform, no less - was sending his mind into overdrive. The skirt had fallen forward with his thrusts; he now gripped firmly onto the soft bare skin of her ass.
Her shaking and sounds of pleasure continued for a delectably long time as he continued to spur the waves with his deep thrusts, still working his skilled fingers on her most sensitive spot.
The entirety of the experience - the new found bareness, the attire, every aspect of the exquisite blonde goddess – was inconceivable unbelievable to him. He had reached his limit, unable to contain himself for a second longer he slammed a final, deep thrust into her. The previously unachieved depth and force shot Betty into another orgasm, one that quaked her entire body. Her scream of euphoria was almost painful from all of the previous strain on her voice.
He spilled into her, coating her walls, that tightened around him in her own ecstasy.
He slumped onto her back, careful of his stomach, peppering kisses across her clothed shoulder. He slowly pulled out and stepped back on shaky legs. Hers snapped shut as she fell limply to the bed, her limbs having completely given up. He dropped down beside her on the bed, their matching breaths came out in exhausted huffs and gasps.
"That..." Betty tried to say, but couldn't quite get it past her frantic breathing. Jughead hummed in acknowledgement of her attempt to speak, hardly able to hear anything over his own heartbeat pounding in his head. "That was... amazing." She managed.
"Unbelievably." He agreed in an exuberant exhale, turning his head to face her. Vibrant colour shone in both of their eyes as they locked onto each other in the dim light, eyes that were exhausted and yet full of remanent energy at the same time. They stared into each other's eyes as time passed slowly, lips quirked into a bissful smile and sinful grin of appreciation, catching their breath that had quickly run away from them earlier.
"You said something tonight." Betty blurted in random fact. His brows furrowed, grin fultering ever so slightly
"I said a lot of something's tonight, I talk quite a bit." He chuckled, rolling over to idly trace a finger along her neck, sticky with perspiration – not that it phased him in the slightest to touch, he was proud of it.
"You said I was your girl." She clarified. His eyebrows rose and he smiled. Not a grin, not a smirk but a genuine heart-warmed smile. When he properly registered the question, his face fell ever so slightly.
"Aren't you?" He questioned. Not prepared for any negative answer. Even though he had technically only assumed she was, he had been fairly certain of the fact. He had almost let himself start to worry before a smile spread across her face.
"I guess I am." She agreed. The hint of uncertainty in the statement was nothing to do with her not wanting to be, but more just at the fact that she had not assumed she was. However, the only thing he heard from that was the 'yes' it implied. His smile was again, genuine.
The placed kisses from her shoulder to her jaw between every few words as he spoke them. "And for every... and any thing... that you want... or need..." He looked her in the eye, smiling confidently, "I'm your man."
And as if they were moulded just to fit each other, his lips pressed to hers.
If I'm going to make you wait two days for chapters now, they had better be good. I hope I delivered.
As of next week I have ten days off work so hopefully I'll be able to get back into daily chapters - but coming up to the Christmas break, everything is hectic!
Review question: Oh a completely unrelated note, What is your favorite song right now?
- Kayla