Chapter 8: take me there, I wanna ride, no one can see inside

Take me there, I wanna ride

No one can see inside

Do with me what you like

So take me there, I wanna ride

I got you running lights

Shiftin' these gears of mine

Fast Car – Syd

"I want everything with you," she repeated, afraid maybe he didn't understand.

Jughead felt his jaw metaphorically dropping for the second time that night.

He stood in the middle of her room, rubbing his now shaky hands against his jeans, trying to calm his breathing.

Sure, he'd hoped perhaps that they'd kiss some tonight after making up. But sex? He hadn't presumed to expect that. And honestly, he didn't even know if he was prepared to go to that level of intimacy with Betty when they'd only just reached solid ground. And he was the one who'd actually done it before. But the blonde sounded resolute, even despite her obvious shyness.

"Can we?" she asked.

Hearing her request so innocently for them to have sex was messing with his head. He took a seat next to her on the bed, his mind racing. Of course, he wanted her. That wasn't even a question. But was it too soon?

On the other hand, they'd already done everything but. And he could understand how the timing felt weirdly right. They had the house to themselves for at least another few hours while the party next door raged. He'd finally worked up the courage and maturity to admit his feelings for her verbally. Why not prove his full commitment to her by showing those feelings physically? If Betty was willing to give him this chance, didn't he owe it to her to take it?

She looked at him now, her green eyes probing his blue ones, trying to gauge his response.

"You know it's okay if we don't, right?" he said, attempting to convey both his total desire for her but also the fact there wasn't any pressure on his part. "I'm not expecting anything."

"I know, Jug," she assured him. "But I want to. I want you to be my first."

Jughead felt himself flushing, embarrassed by how much it turned him on to hear her say that. Maybe it was regressive to be so aroused by the idea of taking her virginity, but it was also flattering as fuck she'd picked him. His cock was already twitching in anticipation as images of being buried deep inside her flooded his brain.

"I want that, too," he almost growled, his voice liquid heat.

"So…" she said leadingly, smiling flirtatiously at him, her body turning to face him as she settled on her knees.

Before he could answer though, Betty was already pulling her hair down from its ponytail and shaking it out seductively. Damn, Jughead sighed. Did she have any idea what she did to him? Betty Cooper was going to be the death of him, but, oh, what a way to go.

"Are you sure?" he questioned again softly. He knew he wouldn't be able to refuse her now, but he needed to be fully certain this was also what she wanted. "No anxieties?"

"Well, I guess I'm a little worried it'll hurt," she confessed, looking to him for confirmation. "I've read conflicting things."

"I don't really know," he admitted, apologetically, starting to feel a bit nervous himself. "I've actually never been with a virgin before."

"So it'll be a first for you, too?" she perked up.

"I suppose it will," he smirked.

Betty smiled back at him, her cheeks lifting and her eyes sparkling. She looked so beautiful.

Jughead couldn't help but lean in to kiss her, his palm covering her cheek and tilting her jaw to meet his waiting lips. His mouth covered hers, pressing delicately. She responded eagerly, her lips warm and soft and oh so sweet. He almost forgot he had to breathe as he kissed her. She tasted that good. His lips lingered over hers until he reluctantly managed to extricate himself from the embrace, still holding her face in his hand.

"I don't think it'll be too bad," he murmured, running his thumb over her cheekbone. "I'll do my best to make it good for you. We'll go slow, and if it hurts you, we'll stop."

She placed her hand on top of his. "Okay," she whispered in response, smiling softly.

Betty scooted back on the bed, closer to her pillows, allowing him more room to maneuver. He kicked off his shoes, before also climbing onto his knees to face her.

Wanting to start slow, he allowed a gap of space between them on the bed, bridging it bit by bit. He arched his back in toward her, prompting her to follow. Their mouths met tentatively, softly, beginning to dance an unhurried and gossamer waltz. He sucked lightly on her lips, creating an inviting rhythm for Betty to follow. They tasted each other thoroughly but unhurriedly, simply relishing in the feel of each other's kiss. The embrace was no less passionate or intense than the other two times they'd been together, but it felt less frenzied and desperate. There was no rush, no underlying fear or impatience. It was just them.

The kiss deepened naturally as they continued, Jughead gently tugging at her lips with his teeth. She parted her lips for him and he edged himself inside her mouth, his tongue tangling sweetly with hers. Betty sighed at the sensation and Jughead felt a pang of arousal run through him. Kissing her was like a drug, addictive and overpowering.

Sensing they were both ready to move beyond a handless embrace, Jughead slowly began to graze his fingers against her arm and lower thigh. Her skin was velvety smooth, and though he urgently wanted to savor in the feel of her, he purposely held back to amplify the tension.

Betty leaned further into the kiss, purring faintly with each delicate brush of skin he offered. The agonizing pace of his caresses had her shivering, her expectation and desire building.

When she couldn't take the teasing anymore, her own hand stretched out, palming him gingerly over his jeans. He hissed in her mouth, his cock hardening readily as her thumb brushed over him through the denim fabric.

As she continued to stroke him, Jughead gripped her upper knees, his mouth moving to nuzzle a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Jug," she moaned as his lips covered her pulse point, sucking in the delectable flesh.

He smirked against her skin, loving the effect he had on her. He continued to nip and lick at her as she shivered against him, the vanilla flavor of her body wash swimming on his tastebuds.

Reaching the collar of her shirt, Jughead left a final kiss on the exposed bone of her clavicle, before moving his mouth back up to nibble her earlobe. His hands encircled her slender neck as he teased his tongue over the grooves of her ear, his fingers wrapping around her in a gentle chokehold. Panting and close to feverish, Betty started to knead the bulge in his jeans harder in response, and he nearly lost it.

"Come here," he growled, his hands urging her toward him.

Betty skirted forward on the bed, her thighs coming to rest around Jughead's waist as she straddled him. He moved his hands to clutch her just above her ass, pushing the flesh down so she'd instinctively rub herself against his erection. The blonde gasped as her core soon pressed directly against his hard length.

To catch her grip, her hands snaked under the suspenders and squeezed his shoulders, a wild, heated look in her green eyes.

Jughead recaptured her lips, his tongue immediately sliding into her mouth and massaging it against hers. Betty kissed him back eagerly, wiggling her body in the most delicious way against him. Their initially slow embrace had turned wet, frantic, impassioned. Both of them needing so much more.

Not removing his warm mouth from hers for a second, Jughead fumbled for the top button of her blouse, slipping it through the clasp easily when he located it.

His nimble fingers continued to descend, opening each button, until he could feel the shirt give. He pulled it out from the skirt and then off her shoulders, his fingertips connecting with the sheer lace of the undergarments she wore as he traced her body. It sent a fire racing through his veins.

Grabbing her lower back again, he pushed them down gently into a supine position.

Purposely hoping to work her into a frenzy and get her as wet as possible before he ultimately entered her for the first time, Jughead ground the length of his body against hers. The intoxicating motion had Betty emitting a series of breathy, needy moans into his mouth. She tried to latch onto his back and thrust in response, but he was too fast, already intent on continuing to undress her. Moving down, he unbuttoned the skirt, slipping it off her long, creamy legs.

When he glanced up, he could barely breathe. "Fuck, Betts," he muttered.

In addition to the bustier, the blonde was wearing a matching pair of panties trimmed in black lace. The color contrasted gorgeously with her alabaster skin, which was trembling with goosebumps in anticipation.

Jughead's eyes darkened like coals as he took her in, feeling more aroused than he knew was humanly possible. He was so desperate to be inside her, his heart was palpitating. Betty bit her bottom lip as he ogled her, her own eyes filling with an acute ache. He lost it completely then.

Practically leaping down, his mouth was soon assaulting every inch of exposed skin around and between the lingerie she wore. He kissed the tops of her lush breasts, the sliver of her trim stomach, the impossibly silky skin of her inner thighs. He could smell her arousal as his lips coasted tantalizingly close to her center and he groaned, his teeth nibbling into her soft flesh.

"You are so sexy, Betty," he murmured, his mouth sweeping over the flimsy fabric of her underwear. "I can't believe I get to have you. That you're all mine."

Betty let out a little whimper as he placed a kiss just over her clit, his lips tormenting her by sucking on the lace for the briefest of moments.

"Please, Jug," she cried, writhing helplessly beneath him.

"Please what, baby?" he said, moving back up her body, and pressing his lips into her sensitive pulse point.

"Please touch me," she begged.

He smirked, and she arched her back up to him. Intuiting her desire, his fingers unfastened the bustier, letting it fall from her frame. His hands immediately then cupped her breasts, his mouth bending down to kiss a circle around each of her nipples. He waited for the pink nubs to pucker in arousal, before moving his mouth to lovingly suck on them.

A deep moan escaped Betty's lips at his ministrations and she rubbed her wet heat all over his stomach. "Please," she implored again, mewling.

Jughead kissed down the rest of her body, stopping when he reached the waistband of her soaked through panties. He didn't hesitate this time to pull them off her legs.

Gazing down at her, Jughead impulsively licked his lips in delight as he took all of her in. There was something so erotic about him fully clothed and hovering on his side against her naked body, quivering in desperation for him. His cock twitched furiously, straining against his jeans. He'd deal with that soon. Getting her off was his first and only priority. He couldn't remember ever wanting to touch anyone so badly.

He half-snuggled her from behind, kneading her breasts with one hand while the other trailed down to her center. His finger skimmed across her entrance, his eyes closing as he felt just how wet she was for him.

"Jesus, Betty," he muttered. "Is that all for me?"

"Yes," she moaned, barely able to form words. "You."

Jughead growled into her ear, curling a finger inside her and starting to penetrate her slowly. She was so tight and he knew he needed to stretch her and ready her for all of him or else sex would be impossible. Carefully adding a second finger, he started to dive leisurely in and out, his fingertips bending up and petting her inner walls when he was submerged up to the knuckle.

Betty wouldn't stop whimpering as he fingered her, her thighs tightening around his forceps, her hips lifting desperately off the bed to take in more of his fingers.

Jughead pressed his elbow down on her pelvic bone to hold her still, using the fingers of his second hand to begin stroking her clit.

"Jug," she moaned as he slowly began to rub faster and faster circles over the sensitive nub, her body starting to shudder in an unbearable buildup of pleasure.

"You're so good, baby. You're so close," he chanted, working her with both hands to the rhythm of his voice. "I can't wait to be inside you."

Betty's body was no match for the growing pressure and Jughead's encouragement. She was soon overwhelmed, crying out his name and convulsing as the intense pleasure swept over her.

She came so hard against him, her whole body spasming that Jughead had to release his fingers from inside her, sliding them out over her clit and stroking her tenderly through her shattering climax.

As Betty came down, still shaking, Jughead was already pulling off his suspenders and unzipping his jeans. He wriggled out of his pants, before coming back to hover on his elbows over her.

Through hooded eyes and small gasps of breath, Betty lifted her hands, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He rushed to help her, pulling off the offending garment and resting his bare torso against her breasts. Clasping her face, he leaned down to kiss her, immediately hardening again when he felt her warm, soft lips and wet tongue against his. They made out hotly, their bodies rubbing recklessly against each other until Jughead felt he was actually about to explode.

He moved his lips to regretfully nip at her earlobe. "I have to go bring a condom, Betts," he muttered, hoping he still had some stashed somewhere in his suitcase and he wouldn't have to go rummaging around in Archie's room. His body felt like it was about to combust and he couldn't stand the thought of an even longer interruption.

"I have in the night table," she told him, blushing slightly. "I bought some after the first time we…"

Jughead smiled down softly at her as she trailed off, his heart lighting up. She was sexy and adorable and had been waiting for this. For him. How on earth had he gotten so lucky?

He reached over to remove one of the foil packets from the box inside her drawer. After pulling down his boxers, he opened the wrapper, taking out the rubber and rolling it onto his length.

Betty watched him intently the entire time, her eyes glued to his body.

When the condom was on, he sank back down over her on the bed, placing himself at her entrance. "Are you okay, baby? Ready?" he asked, his voice hushed.

He affectionately pushed a few tufts of hair behind her ear as he searched her eyes for confirmation.

Betty nodded and he tentatively probed her opening, allowing his tip to slip in.

She whimpered as he continued to enter her measuredly, stretching her clenched walls as he burrowed deeper. He moaned at the sensation, already reeling from the feel of starting to bury himself inside her.

"Does it hurt?" he managed to grunt when he was fully immersed, his eyes caringly meeting hers. "Should I stop?"

"No, I'm okay," she breathed out, her hand digging into his shoulder. "You feel so good, Juggie."

"You feel amazing, Betts," he groaned.

He permitted himself to move cautiously, slowly pulling most of the way out and then plunging back in. Betty gasped in response.

Jughead began to move in and out of her with more confidence, relaxing into a slow and steady rhythm. Betty instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he thrust, squeezing his hips with her thighs. God, she was so warm and so tight. And dripping wet. He had no idea how long he could possibly last.

He closed his eyes, hoping it might alleviate his heightened response to being inside her. He felt her hands in his hair, her mouth leaning up to kiss him sweetly and he sank into the embrace, tenderly pressing his lips against hers.

Allowing himself to push in further, Betty started to reflexively meet his thrusts, her hips bucking gently against his. He moaned against her mouth, already so near to his limit.

Being with Betty was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. It was almost spiritual. She felt beyond incredible around him, like a missing piece of himself. In all the times he'd had sex before, even the best instances, he couldn't remember it ever feeling anything like this. A deep, intense connection with another person that stretched beyond the realm of the purely physical. That was so immense and consuming.

Jughead groped for her hands, craving her touch. He interlaced their fingers as he sped up his pace, moving deep and hard inside her.

"Oh, Jug," she mewled when he hit a particularly satisfying spot.

He didn't want this moment to ever end but his body was a slave to the pleasure she was fueling and he was about to fall apart.

His stomach tightened, his thrusts growing choppier, out of control. The pleasure raced up to a precipice and then came slamming down. Jughead shook all over as he orgasmed, emptying himself with a deep groan inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, his eyes still locked shut, he kept their hands intertwined, clutching her skin as he attempted to regain his breathing. They were both breathless, panting heavily, and he couldn't tell where his body ended and hers began.

After another minute or so, he felt himself relaxing and he reluctantly pulled out of her, peppering her face with light kisses as he released his grasp.

Jughead rolled over onto his back, carefully removing the condom and placing it on the wrapper he'd discarded on her night table. He lay back down, immediately spooning Betty's still trembling body against his and wrapping his strong arms around her.

"How do you feel, baby?" he asked softly, his thumb rubbing circles over her smooth stomach.

"Perfect," she sighed, wiggling her butt against him, her tone suggesting she was teasing him with the choice of word.

He laughed against her skin. "Really?"

"Yes," she said more seriously, turning around in his arms so their bodies were flush against each other. "It was everything I wanted, Juggie."

He bowed his head down to leave a lingering kiss on her neck.

"I should go to the bathroom," she said, placing a hand against his jaw and stroking the tiny shoots of stubble. "I read it's important to pee after sex with a condom to prevent UTIs."

Only Betty, Jughead chuckled. "Of course you did," he teased. "My little nerd."

She flashed him the cutest smile, before reluctantly removing herself from his arms and bounding freely naked into the bathroom. He smirked, loving that she already felt comfortable wandering the room completely nude around him.

As she freshened up, he stood up to wrap the condom in a roll of tissues and toss it in her wastebasket. With that done, he pulled his boxers back on and settled into her bed.

Jughead lay back against the sheets, smiling widely. He couldn't remember ever feeling so emotionally fulfilled after sex. There was no awkwardness, no come down. He was just happy.

Stretching his arms out, his fingers coasted under the pillows of her bed, coming into contact with a familiar feel of fabric.

He slowly pulled out a shirt from under her pillow, realizing it was his favorite S t-shirt he'd left in his hasty retreat from her bedroom two weeks before.

Had she purposely kept it close all this time? He melted at the thought.

Betty returned a minute or two later, carrying a tiny pile of his clothes, which she deposited on her vanity table when she saw him sitting up and smirking.

"I was wondering where this was," he teasingly confronted her, holding the shirt up.

Betty had the good sense to blush. "Well, I wasn't talking to you…"

"You could have still left it in the bathroom for me to find," he said, his smirk widening.

"Fine," she relented. "I didn't want to return it. I missed your smell too much, so I kept it."

"See that wasn't so hard, Betts," he ribbed.

"You're infuriating," she proclaimed, but with absolutely zero conviction. The rosy flush had spread to the rest of her still very exposed body.

"Aww baby," he cooed, standing up and pulling her into his arms. "I love the way you smell, too."

To prove it, Jughead leaned down to sniff her neck, the familiar and dizzying scent of vanilla wafting into his nostrils. He automatically felt aroused again and he brushed himself against her thigh, whispering in her ear, "Put it on for me. I want to see you in my shirt."

He released her and she happily obliged, pulling the gray t-shirt over her head.

"What do you think?" she asked, presenting herself to him with a little twirl.

"Very, very hot," he proclaimed, his eyes moving lustfully over her body.

The shirt fell to her mid-thigh and with her tousled blonde waves, she looked the very epitome of his post-coital fantasies.

Betty giggled and climbed into the bed, pulling back the covers for him to follow.

Before he did, his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced toward the pile she'd brought, noticing a white tank top and plaid pajama bottoms.

"So you have something for the morning," she explained shyly, following his gaze.

"Thanks," he said, walking over to pull on the shirt. "I could have gotten it."

Betty looked down for a moment, her teeth tugging at her lip. "I was worried if you left, you wouldn't come back," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like last time."

Jughead felt his heart tearing at how vulnerable she sounded. "Baby," he said, coming closer. He joined her sitting up under the covers, wrapping his arm around her reassuringly and squeezing her shoulder. "You have no idea how much I hated myself for walking out of here that night. How much I regretted leaving you like that. But I promise you there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Tonight or any other night."

She nodded to him, choking back an involuntary tear. He pulled her into him, letting their bodies sink backward together. He held her against his chest as they cuddled, making sure she could hear the intensity of his heartbeat when he was around her.

"I want to be with you," he promised. "We're in this together."

"I trust you," she whispered back.

They held each other quietly for a few moments, Jughead's eyes briefly fluttering shut as his fingers curled under the t-shirt to stroke the silky skin of her back.

"The last two weeks were awful," she eventually murmured against his chest, breaking the silence. "I really missed you, Jug."

"Ditto," he said softly, moving up his fingers to lazily run through her hair next.

"Let's never fight again," she proclaimed, placing a butterfly kiss just under his clavicle.

He smirked and turned her head so she could see his amused pout. "But what about make-up sex, Betts?" he whined sarcastically.

Betty rolled her eyes. "Fine, but only if you apologize really, really well, Juggie," she smiled.

Jughead laughed, pulling up her chin to kiss her again, his still hungry mouth attempting to communicate all his desire, commitment, fragility. For her. He pressed needily against her lips, growling as she kissed back with the same ferocity. The sense of wholeness he felt staggered him. She already meant everything.

"Betty," he mumbled, reluctantly breaking the kiss, but urgently needing to get these next words out and let her know for good just how much he wanted this. Wanted her. The two of them.

Keeping his mouth only a mere breath apart from hers, Jughead whispered, "It's always been you, too."