Chapter 2: in the heat of the moment, you could say that you want me
In the heat of the moment
You could say that you want me
In the heat of the moment
I could tell you that you own me
(But I never wanna ask of you
Anything that's on my mind
Anything to show that I'm
Living just in the moment)
Say You Do – Tei Shi
Betty tasted better than any of his dreams. Like strawberries and cream.
Her soft, sweet mouth was kissing him back shyly but ardently. He could feel her enthusiasm in each delicate flutter of her lips against his, but she was still clearly letting Jughead take the reins in the embrace. A role he was happy to play.
Jughead tilted her head back, making sure to press against every part of her lips. His hands tiptoed into her scalp, loving the feel of the silky strands wrapped around his fingers.
As much as he wanted to savor in just the sheer feel of her lips against his, his entire body was aflame and starving for more. He sucked more insistently against the delectable flesh, his mouth opening slightly, using his tongue to tease her plump lower lip. Catching the hint, Betty parted her lips to him. He swept his tongue inside.
A whimper escaped from the back of her throat as their tongues connected, and Jughead's hands moved once again, diving down to explore the smooth skin of her arms and upper back. He could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin as he kissed and caressed her, his body visibly affected by the nubile way she was trembling against him.
It was addicting and he didn't want it to ever end.
Basking in the suppleness of her stunning body and absorbed with tasting every crevice of her mouth, he didn't initially notice Betty tentatively reaching out to touch him. But her hands soon made contact with his bare chest, and it was his turn to shiver. Her fingers were lightly tracing the lines of his pectoral muscles, as if attempting to memorize them.
The simple caress turned him on more than he sensed was normal, his cock twitching in expectation.
In an effort to maintain his control, he grasped his hand around her neck, breaking their kiss, his mouth immediately moving to embrace her cheek and chin. Jughead continued his descent, trailing a series of featherlight kisses down her neck, and finding her pulse point. He sucked on the skin until it purpled, before letting his warm tongue soothe the spot. He knew he should try to avoid leaving any trace of himself on her skin, but the thought of marking her as his was too arresting to resist.
"Jug," she moaned as he continued to nip at the sensitive skin, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
His name falling like honey from her lips as a result of him actively giving her pleasure and not just as a product of her fantasies had all the blood in his body rushing south.
He groped desperately for her mouth, covering it once again in a needy, demanding kiss. She responded with more confidence now, clasping his back and angling her body so her leg was practically straddling him. God, she was eager.
The kiss continued to grow wetter and more heated and Jughead instinctively pulled them further back on the bed. The sides of their bodies slowly sank into the mattress as they continued to make out feverishly. Tangling one hand in her tousled hair, the other began to stroke up the length of her thigh, reaching dangerously close to her butt. Not that Betty appeared to mind his straying hands. She seemed way too taken with squeezing his left bicep and pressing the curves of her breasts into the firmness of his chest.
He was so hard by this point and the towel was slipping off, not that he particularly cared. But he didn't want to scare off Betty.
"Betts," he muttered against her lips. "Betts," he repeated more insistently, grudgingly breaking the kiss when she didn't seem to react.
"What?" she whined, clearly annoyed at him interrupting the embrace.
His eyes flickered open to find the radiant blonde half-wrapped around his body, her breathing labored. Her nipples had stiffened under the camisole and he almost lost his train of thought at the sight of the pebbled peaks straining against the flimsy fabric.
"The towel's falling off," he told her dumbly, his hands aching to reach up and palm the rounded flesh of those perfect B cups.
"So?" she tried to ask saucily, but he could see the blush once again appearing on her face.
He grinned. She had no idea how sexy her attempts to mask her innocence were. He was sure she'd never seen a guy naked before, let alone one who was fully erect, not that he had any problem being the first. But it was cute watching her pretend to know what she was doing.
"That okay with you?" he questioned, implicitly asking if she was ready and willing for them to go further.
She nodded, but he could see the wells of trepidation hidden in her eyes.
"We can stop anytime you want," he told her, his middle knuckles running down her cheek tenderly so she'd know he was serious.
"I don't want to stop," she fired back at him, her green irises now passionately incandescent.
"Okay then," he said, smirking.
The girl may have been inexperienced, but she for damn sure wasn't repressed about what she wanted.
Quickly recapturing her lips, Jughead eased them back on the bed. Her mouth was open in an instant and he soon found himself dueling with her tongue for dominance. The kiss was bruising, hot and wet. Jughead growled into her mouth, assertively pinning her into the mattress until she was lying flat on her back. The towel finally slipped off as he covered her body with his, and he ripped it away. Her hands instinctively came up to skim his bare back.
Jughead moved his mouth to her earlobe, his lips sucking hungrily on the cartilage. His hard length was now pressing directly against Betty's lower abdomen, and he could feel the tremors running through her body as she experienced this new sensation.
He had a good inkling she'd appreciate his penchant for dirty talk (if her reaction to their flirtatious conversation before he'd kissed her was any indication), and he decided to test his theory.
"Do you like me pressed hard against you?" he whispered, his tongue teasing kitten licks against the grooves of her ear.
The question earned him a series of small, breathy moans, before Betty answered with a faint, "Yes."
Jughead smiled against her skin, once again kissing down her neck, but this time continuing all the way to her chest. He didn't stop until he reached the lace lining of the camisole. He kissed the tops of both her breasts, his hand reaching down to brush one of the silky straps off her shoulder. He could feel Betty shuddering beneath him.
"Jug," she murmured, and he looked up from preparing to trace the line of her cleavage with his tongue. "Can…can I see you?"
Jughead's chest constricted at the request, intentionally nudging his erection against Betty's thigh to communicate his assent. He slowly rose himself up from hovering over her. He bent his knees and rested them against the unused side of the bed, before unfurling his upper body so she could see the entirety of him clearly.
Betty inhaled reverently as she took him all in, her eyes traveling from his firm chest to his lean abs to the luscious trail of hair leading down. Her eyes eventually settled on his hard length, biting her lip as she appraised him.
"It's so beautiful," she whispered awestruck.
He smirked, feeling appropriately smug over her show of admiration. He could tell her fingers were burning to reach out and touch him, but that she was too shy to make the move alone without some cajoling. He teasingly raised his eyebrows at her, daring her to act on her desires. Somewhat diffidently, but with a fire in her eyes, she lifted her hand into a half fist, running the backs of her fingers against his shaft. Jughead's eyes glazed over at the contact and he let out a low moan, despite how only gingerly she was touching him.
It was high time, he decided, to begin undressing her.
"My turn to see you," he murmured hotly, his eyes flickering like coals.
He gently spread her thighs open and wedged his knees between them. He looked down at an expectant Betty, her eyes hooded with lust and her heart nearly beating out of its chest. He grabbed onto the hem of the camisole, his fingers tantalizingly whisking against the smooth skin of her stomach.
His smoldering irises met hers wordlessly asking for permission. She gasped dreamily and nodded.
Betty sat back against the pillows and lifted her arms. His hands grazed up the curves of her body as he removed the garment, before tossing it aside.
Jughead's eyes lowered, swallowing as he caught sight of her in half-naked glory. He ached to kiss her again, but his mouth was too busy watering at the vision of those gorgeous breasts. So round and pretty. Dark pink nipples puckering. Just begging to be touched.
"They're so fucking perfect," he breathed out.
He reached his hands up, cupping both breasts and squeezing delicately.
Betty's back arched and her eyes fluttered shut at the pleasurable sensation.
Continuing his ministrations, Jughead softly began to knead her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over her areolas, before taking her nipples between two fingers apiece and pinching at various intensities. Betty bucked against him, her center colliding with his lower abdomen. He groaned, feeling the potent heat between her legs.
Jughead removed his hands from her breasts, using them to decisively pin her hips down. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue swiping a few licks over her right nipple, before suckling it gently. He released the nub with a wet pop, immediately taking her other nipple in his mouth. Betty moaned, trying to thrash under him, but his hold was too strong.
He knew she demanded more, some modicum of relief for her aching center. So he removed one knee from between her legs, allowing her to clench her thighs around the other. He immediately felt the flood of moisture on his skin at the contact. She was practically dripping for him.
Jughead leaned down to kiss her once more, lavishing in the feel of her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Nibbling sweetly against her lips, he moved his hands to grip her ass and began to grind his hips into hers. She clawed at his back in response, panting into his mouth with each dry hump. Her body melting completely into a puddle of need for him.
"Are you wet for me, Betty?" he asked huskily.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Do you want to show me, baby?" he exhorted, the intimate pet name slipping unconsciously off his tongue. He'd always mocked the word before, but it suited her, he justified.
She nodded eagerly.
"Good girl," he murmured.
She keened at the praise and Jughead smirked at discovering the first of what he hoped was many of her kinks.
He held his hand out to her and she took it, hesitantly directing it onto her lower stomach and then down beneath the waistband of her shorts. Her palm over his, he felt his fingers tangle in the little curls just above her center first before she led him down to her slit. His eyes nearly rolled back as he touched her velvety heat for the first time, his hand coasting up her soaking entrance. She felt incredible, so wet and turned on, even with the barest of caresses. His whole body yearned to touch her completely. To make her come undone.
Jughead turned his palm around to interlace their fingers before dragging their hands out of her shorts. Once out, he released his hold on her and moved both of his hands to the waistband of her shorts, slipping them down her glorious long legs.
He nearly had a conniption when he looked back up at her spread thighs. The pink flesh of her center was wet and glistening, all for him. Betty was biting her lip again, watching him stare at her, her face awash in nervous excitement. Jughead was pretty sure he was salivating.
"You're stunning," he told her, before crawling back up to her side, his hand skimming up the interior of her leg.
He began kissing her neck as his finger finally came to stand at her entrance. He ran his finger up and down her slit several times, coating himself in her juices, before finally plunging slowly inside her. Betty squirmed beneath him as he began to move in and out. She was so goddamn tight around his bent finger, and his head was pounding from the thought of how all of him might feel inside her.
"Oh god," Betty gurgled, when his fingertip curled deeper, tapping softly against her inner walls.
The faint tremors that ran through her body at the action alerted him to her pressing desire for clitoral stimulation.
Part of him had initially wanted to hold off touching her clit. He longed to tease her, to make her beg him, for his own personal gratification. But he also wanted her to unreservedly enjoy the first time another person gave her an orgasm. The first time he gave her an orgasm.
Aroused yet again by the thought, he hungrily grabbed her cheek, devouring her in a messy kiss. Then, continuing to fly in and out of her with his forefinger, he arched his thumb to begin stroking her clit. Betty lost it at the contact, her hips bucking wildly, nearly spraining his finger buried up to the knuckle inside her. He hissed, using his other hand to restrain her and control her flailing.
Intuiting her body's needs, he removed his index finger from inside her and moved it along with his middle finger to replace his thumb. He began kneading circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Jug," she purred, the delicate mewl quickly devolving into a desperate series of moans as he continued to work the moistened nub. "I'm so close…please."
He rubbed her harder now, his fingers flying back and forth with a manic intensity. Betty's body reacted with a tidal wave level of force as the pleasure began to swell to a crest inside her. She was panting heavily, her back arched and her toes pointed and curled into the sheets. She was mere moments away.
"Jug," she cried out, when the sensation finally overtook her, the waves crashing down, engulfing her body in earth-shattering pleasure.
He kept his fingers on her clit as her body convulsed, his eyes hypnotized by the sight of her. Watching Betty Cooper fall apart may have been the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed.
As her body started to come down, Jughead allowed himself to sink back on the bed, propped up against the pillows. He stroked her pelvic bone absent-mindedly, not even worried for the moment about taking care of himself, despite his still semi-erect cock jerking in anticipation. It was enough the goddess that was Betty Cooper had allowed him to take her to wonderful new heights.
But the blonde apparently had other plans. As soon as her breathing evened, she clambered to her knees, sitting above him expectantly and tugging lightly at his member.
"Show me how to do it correctly, Juggie," she requested.
"Oh, Betts, you don't have to," he protested weakly, even though the return of her hand to his cock had him instantly hardening to attention.
"I want to," she sassed stubbornly, her thumb rubbing suggestively against his tip.
He sighed at the touch, easily surrendering. He was only human, after all.
"Curl your fingers into a fist around me," Jughead directed her, his voice a mix of patience and dominance. She obediently wrapped her hand around him. "Now stroke me up and down."
Betty did as instructed, moving her hand focusedly over the length of him. Her face was scrunched in intense concentration as she gripped him, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth. He loved that expression. It reminded him of the far too many times he'd zoned out watching her read and thinking how cute she looked. The memory spurred a current of electricity to run through his body. A glistening bead of pre-cum promptly formed on his tip and her thumb swiped at it on her next descent.
"Fuck," he moaned at the sensation, commanding her in a gruff voice, "A little faster." Betty sped up her movements accordingly.
"Yes, Betts, just like that," he grunted when she found the right rhythm.
She continued to pump him up and down, her grip strong and her pace brisk. Just as he'd directed her. Jughead's head fell back against the pillow as she worked him flawlessly. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and he quickly needed to find a solution of where to ejaculate that didn't involve making a huge mess on her parents' spare sheets.
"Betts," he groaned, trying to still her movements. "Betty, baby, I'm about to come."
She looked confused for a moment at his increasingly panicky eyes, but stopped her strokes when she understood. "Oh," she said, her eyes widening. She hurriedly lay back against the pillows and motioned for him to hover over her. "Here. Just come on my tits."
"Jesus Christ, Betty," he growled, his cock throbbing harder at her suggestion. Where had she come up with something so deliciously filthy?
"I have read erotica before, Jughead," she said, a twinkle in her eye, expertly reading his mind.
But before he could give further purchase to that jaw-dropping thought, she was palming him again, squeezing tight and slow, and he lost all mental capability.
Without warning, he exploded over the valley between her breasts, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he released. He continued to shudder as the liquid sputtered out, dribbling down into a little pool on her upper abdomen. With a final spurt, he collapsed on his side next to her, his stomach heaving as he struggled to regain his breathing.
When she saw his body finally starting to relax, she smiled sweetly at him. "Bring me a tissue, please, Juggie."
Jughead collected himself enough to reach over to snatch some from the box on the night table. Instead of offering them to Betty, he leaned down himself to begin cleaning the traces of his semen off her alabaster skin.
She looked so beautiful smiling up gratefully at him, he couldn't help himself. He tossed the dirty tissues onto the night table, moving down to kiss her, his finger curling up her thigh and finding her clit again. She gasped as he rolled the nub.
"Juggie," she whimpered.
"I want to make you come again," he mumbled huskily against her lips.
Never breaking their kiss, he ran his finger over her clit several times, seeking to restimulate her. The moment he could feel her slick heat warming against his palm, he moved his finger to swipe up and down her entrance, letting the wetness spread over him. When his finger was appropriately coated in her syrupy arousal, he moved it back up to her clit, rubbing circles over the pliant nub. Betty trembled under him, her babbling moans muffled by his lips crushing down possessively on hers.
Jughead added a second finger and accelerated his motions. He could feel her legs virtually kicking, prevented only by the instinct to dig her heels into the mattress. She was so close again.
He broke the kiss and moved his lips to her ear, swirling his tongue over the grooves.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed, "Come for me."
She crumbled against his fingers with a cry, her body pulsating as the pleasure swept over her.
Betty clutched desperately at his back as she climaxed and he soon felt himself pressed tightly against her body as it gradually started to come down from its high.
For a moment, he felt a blissful calm, a sense of affection unlike any he'd ever experienced washing over him. And then all his raging anxieties roared their ugly head.
Jughead felt stricken. The part of him yearning to lay back and cuddle the gorgeous girl underneath him overshadowed by a mixture of self-loathing and self-doubt. And guilt. He shouldn't have let this happen. She was his best friend's sister. She was way too good for him. This was a mistake.
He pushed off her as if he'd been burnt, shooting himself to sit upright on the other side of the bed. But before Betty could say anything (if she'd even noticed his quick turnabout and repulsed-like motion), Jughead caught a glimpse of the old digital alarm clock on the night table. It was nearly 5. The Riverdale High graduation ceremony, he remembered for god knows what reason, started at exactly 7 and seniors were expected to gather an hour and a half before that.
"Betty, it's almost 5," he informed her, a chilly tinge infiltrating his tone as he attempted to steel himself against his feelings for her.
Her pupils widened in slight panic. "Crap, Kev's picking me up at 5:15. I have to get ready."
She scampered out of the bed to collect her tossed-away PJ set. Jughead's stomach churned as he watched her, already hating himself for the words about to come out of his mouth.
"So, uh, we should probably keep this between us, yeah?" he said, his eyes hardening and his mouth setting tight.
The blonde turned back to face him, giving him a searching gaze. "Okay," she said, her voice neutral but the word betraying an unasked question.
"It's better if Archie and everyone else doesn't find out," Jughead supplied as explanation. "Especially over a one-time thing."
Betty's body made a shrugging motion, but her face was frustratingly turned away from him as she picked up her discarded camisole from the floor, and he couldn't get a sense of where her head was at.
"We just got caught up in the heat of the moment," he continued, rationalizing, mostly to himself. He looked to her again for some sort of reassurance and she finally glanced back his way.
"It's fine, Juggie," she said, offering him her best cheerleader smile, which he immediately identified as fake. "I won't say anything."
The smidge of sadness in her eyes at those last words might not have been obvious to someone else, but he could read her like a book. He felt his heart shredding into pieces at the sight.
"I'll see you tonight," she added before he could respond.
And then she walked into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.
