A child? What child? Jughead and I sat there, both completely overwhelmed as we read - and reread - the letter his father sent to my mother. How is this even happening? My whole life is based on secrets and lies. And my poor mom- God...
"Mom?" I asked with tears in my eyes, "Mom, what child?" Alice had already been crying by this point and Jughead reached over and squeezed her hand to help her find the strength to keep talking.
"That was the part your father didn't know about, Elizabeth. What I'd lied about to him. FP and I found out that I was pregnant just a month before Gladys left. We were so happy, we always wanted to start a family, to be together forever," she choked back a sob as she clutched Jughead's hand tighter. I stood up and knelt beside her, grasping her other hand.
"But then when Gladys took you kids away, he lost himself. He started drinking so much, wouldn't come home - avoided me altogether. He didn't want to discuss the baby or what we were going to do now that things had hit a rough spot. He just drank until all he felt was anger, which he in turn directed towards me. Then one night - when I was about 4 months pregnant - I'd finally had enough and went looking for him," the tears were flowing from both of our eyes now as she told us her gut-wrenching story.
"I was so excited, Betty. I found out that morning that we were going to have a son, you were going to have a baby brother," Alice said wistfully, lost in the memory, "I wanted him to know right away, I knew how much he wanted another son so I ended up driving to the Whyte Wyrm. When I got there, I- uh, I found him in the backroom, drunk off his ass and screwing some slutty bar hag," I could see the anger burning in her eyes as she spoke. Even after all this time, the memory was still painful for her to relive.
"I lost it- just saw red and snapped. I started hitting him and screaming, asking how he could do this to me. To us. To our baby. And he- He laughed at me. Laughed right in my face, Betty. He said he blamed me for everything: for Jughead's Mom leaving, for his drinking, hell even for him sleeping with another woman," Alice hung her head and wiped away some of her tears.
"Then when he-um... when he told me I-I was a mistake, that our child was a mistake... Well, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of the Whyte Wyrm, devastated and not thinking about anything but getting away from him as fast as possible. It was raining really hard that night and I was crying so much that I couldn't see anything. I hit a bad section of road and lost control of the car. I was blacked out for this part but they said it flipped over just before I got to the Northside line."
"The uh, the ambulance took too getting to us long due to the heavy rains and by the time they got to me, it was too late. The baby was already gone," Jughead and I knelt on either side of her, clinging to every word spilling from Alice's mouth.
"FP was listed as my emergency contact but when he got to the hospital I didn't even want to see him. It was too painful. I was angry and I told him that we were even. That he lost his kids because of me and I lost my son because of him."
"I told him that he had one less regret to worry about and that I would never forgive him for killing our son," she hesitated, taking a shaky breath, "He begged me to though - said he was drunk and he didn't mean it. That what he said was the alcohol talking and that the floozy he screwed meant nothing to him but it was too late. I told him I hated him and I never wanted to see him again. I got my wish," she wiped a tear from her cheek.
"After that, we never spoke directly to each other ever again. We just spent most of our lives hating each other. Well, at least pretending to hate each other. That was easier than admitting the truth, that we still loved each other but we were both too stubborn and hurt to admit it. No matter what happened in our past, no one would ever replace the other in our hearts," Alice stopped suddenly, giving Jughead a pleading look.
"I had planned on writing him back when I received his letter but I just didn't know what to say. By then Elizabeth and Archie had split up, and Hal found the letter and moved out, and everything just kept falling apart. I could barely keep my head above water," she sobbed, releasing the pain she'd held in for so long. I embraced her as she poured it all out, feeling like I had just seen the real Alice Cooper for the first time.
"Oh Mom, I'm so sorry. I never- I didn't realize how much pain you were in," I held her head to my chest as she cried. Cried for my dad, for FP, for the child she lost, for Polly, for me. 20 years of tears she had locked away came rushing like a flood and she couldn't stop the downpour of tears that followed. She clung to me like I was the only thing tethering her to this life like I was all she had left. I guess maybe I was.
"I'm sorry Betty, for everything. For how hard I was on you and your sister, for how bitter I become, for not telling you the truth. I love you so much and I wish I could go back and change it," I shook my head at her words.
"No Mom, it's ok. I forgive you. You're human and humans make mistakes. We all make them but you can always get a second chance to make things right," I glanced at Jughead with a smile and he nodded, signaling that he understands what I want to ask her. She pulled away and looked up at me with glossy eyes.
"Mom, do you want to go see FP?"
~Two Weeks Later~
Walking into a maximum-security prison is not something I would ever say was on my bucket list of weird places to go before I die but here we were. I never thought I would have a reason to visit a prison and after this, I don't ever want to go back to one. Just knowing that we were surrounded by thousands of criminals who may or may not be waiting for their chance to hurt us was a lot to take in. But I swallowed my fear and tried to remember this wasn't for me, it was for Mom and FP.
Ironically, Jug's status as Serpent King he was able to afford certain luxuries for him and his father. More specifically, the warden would set aside special accommodations for them whenever Jughead would visit with him.
Jughead sat across the room from us behind a large metal table, tapping his fingers nervously. My mother and I thought it might be best if we stayed hidden in the shadows behind the door for the time being.
Jug agreed that it was probably better, that way he could ease FP into seeing my Mom for the first time after all these years. He didn't want to overwhelm his dad too much.
Mom could barely breathe, her hands shaking from her nerves. When we heard footsteps approaching, she took jagged breaths trying to keep calm. I grabbed her hand, intertwining our fingers and squeezed.
Suddenly, the door opened towards us - effectively hiding us from FP's view even more - as the guards lead him to the table and unshackled him. Mom and I collectively held our breaths, waiting for the right to make ourselves known.
When the guards finally left, FP sat down and laughed lightly at his son, pleasantly surprised by his visit.
"Boy, not that I don't love seeing you but I didn't think you'd be coming to see your old man until next week? What's got you here so early? Did something happen?" FP's voice seemed so familiar to me. Almost like a dream I had once.
I remembered that voice and then all these different memories started to flood my mind as he continued talking.
I remembered him telling me and Jug stories as a kid, I remembered him playing with Polly and me, and pushing me on the swings. Him taking us to the drive-in and buying us cotton candy if we promised to be good. He did so much for us, how could I have forgotten all about him?
I never knew just hearing someone's voice could trigger memories I didn't even realize I had. It was surreal, haunting even.
"Uh, no Dad, it's nothing like that. It's just that, well, you see, I-," FP sat forward and grabbed Jughead's hands.
"What's the matter, boy? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's going on?" You could hear the fear in FP's voice as he spoke. Jughead didn't even say a word, his eyes darted towards my mother and I then back to his father.
"I'm not a ghost just yet," was all my mother said before FP whipped around to face us, his chair crashing to the floor. He stared at us in confusion before he finally comprehended what was going on.
"Juliet?" He hesitated at first but when he saw my mother nodding as she started to cry, he ran to her and crashed their lips together.
They kissed with a feverish need, tears streaming down both their faces as they broke apart. There were faint whispers of apology and love and forgiveness as they clung to each other.
"How?" He asked quietly while still staring in my mom's eyes.
"They know FP, they know everything. About us, the affair, about... about Charlie," she buried her face into his shoulder while he hugged her.
Then he noticed me still standing in the shadows and then it was his turn to look like he had seen a ghost.
"Betts, is that you? My God Alli, she looks just like you when-," my mom placed her hand to his mouth to silence him.
"I said the same about Jug when he walked in my front door with my daughter," she smiled. This bit of information piqued FP's interest.
"Jug? Are you and Betty-?" Jughead interrupted FP by coming around the table and taking my hand into his. He kissed my temple and turned back to how dad
"Dad, it was fate. One of those 'Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she just so happened to walk into mine' kind of things. It just happened," he grinned at me happily.
I felt my heart fluttering in my chest at the look in his eyes, blushing as I thought about all that has happened these last few weeks.
Ever since that night that we first made love, we've been inseparable. He would still come to see me at work and I would hang out at the Wyrm getting to know his crew on my nights off, the difference now was that I had been staying at his place instead of going back home at night. We'd spend time watching old movies, making love all over the apartment, or just laying in his bed and talking half the night until we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I already felt myself falling harder for him than I had ever fallen before and I wasn't scared at all. It all felt too right for me to be worried. The way he looked into my eyes after he kissed me tenderly when we made love was enough to make me fall, but it was the way he'd listen to what I had to say - really listened - and would actually encourage me when I had a differing opinion on something. He saw the real me and was happy with who I was inside. That was why I already knew I loved him, even if I wasn't confident enough to tell him yet.
"Well Alli, I guess history really does repeat itself, huh?" FP laughed and turned to kiss my Mom again. When things started to get a little too heated between our parents I decided it was time for us to make our exit.
"Hey Jug," I whispered, "Let's give them a few minutes," I cleared my throat and spoke a little louder. FP and Alice pulled apart, blushing - clearly having forgotten we were even in the room with them - and turned to face us.
"Mom, take all the time they will give you. Jug and I will go wait in the truck," I grabbed Jug's hand and pulled him out of the room, making our way through the corridors leading to the front of the prison and nearly ran out of the doors towards the truck.
"Hey, slow down Princess, where's the fire?" he smirked as we finally reached his truck. I let out a raspy moan as he pressed me against it, nuzzling the skin below my ear with his nose. His hands dipped down from my hips to knead my rear, pulling me forward against him further.
"Well, I haven't gotten any time alone with you since last night and I'm gonna jump at the chance to touch you every opportunity I can get, Mr. Jones," I gasped as he sucked a bruise to my shoulder, my hands finding their natural place in his hair. He chuckled against my neck, sending shivers down my spine straight to my core.
"Is that the only thing you plan on jumping on, Princess? Or are you open to suggestions?" He asked, licking his lips as I tilted my head further to the side to grant him better access to my pulse point. I felt his hand begin traveling down towards the apex of my thighs where the heat continued to build and my breath hitched in anticipation.
"Play your cards right Jones and you just might find out," I whispered, pulling his mouth to mine. This kiss was much more hungry - more desperate than the others - and I knew we needed to get into the privacy of his truck before the wrong person saw exactly what we were going to do.
I grabbed the passenger door handle roughly, opening it and spinning him around into the seat as I climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs. I captured his lips and Jughead ran his hands under my shirt and up my back as he kissed me before we finally broke away for air, our lips swollen from our kisses.
"Well, well, well, Elizabeth. I knew you were an exhibitionist but sex in a prison parking lot? Who knew you were such a dirty girl?" He asked as he slapped my ass, bucking into me suddenly and causing me to cry out from the friction. I ground against him in return, desperately needing to feel relief - needing to feel him. The feeling of his growing cock against me just served to give me a higher boost in confidence that left me dripping even more.
"Well Juggie, I think you will be pleasantly surprised at just what kinds of things I am into," I whispered before biting his earlobe and flicking my tongue along it to soothe the mark. Jughead released a deep growl as he captured my lips again. I tugged his hair, biting his lower lip between my teeth while I continued to rock back and forth against his thick bulge.
I had no concept of just long we are in there - pawing at and grinding on one another - but just as I reached for his belt buckle to free him from his jeans, we were jolted out of our heated display of affection by three loud raps on the window followed by my mother's voice.
"Elizabeth, if you could try to detangle yourself from the Jones boy long enough to take me home, I would appreciate it. And for the love of God, at least wait until you have been dating for longer than a few weeks to try and make me a Grandmother, alright?" she huffed, rolling her eyes at our disheveled state. I buried my face into Jughead's neck, completely mortified at being caught by my mother. He just laughed lightly and stroked my hair, both of us trying to collect ourselves.
"To be continued?"
"Bye Mom, we'll see you later. Call us if you need anything, okay?" I waved goodbye to my mother and hopped back into Jughead's truck to head off back to my apartment. I needed to get some more of my things since Jug asked me to stay over for a few more days and I wanted to get some quality time with Jug before I had to be at Pop's in a few hours for my shift. As we arrived at my apartment, he shut off the engine and turned to me with a pout.
"Are you sure you have to work tonight, baby?" he asked with a sad look in his eyes. Jughead had to work Toni's shifts for her at the Wyrm all week and he hated not being at the diner to keep an eye on me on the night shift. He had been super paranoid about leaving me alone there overnight ever since we started dating but I didn't think anything of it so I didn't ask why. It made me feel good to know he was worried about my safety. My heart did a little flip when he gave me his puppy eyes and I smiled sadly, bringing his hand to my lips to kiss his knuckles
"Yeah Jug, I do. I can't call out... I won't do that to Pop. But just think, we'll have a lot more time together really soon. Adam will be back from paternity leave next week to take over the night shift and then I think the next week is when that other chick comes back to town so I won't work such crazy hours," Jughead snorted in laughter but I just looked at him confused.
"Uh, it's this week actually, Betts. She gets back this week," I still couldn't figure out what he meant as he grinned at me."That other chick is my sister, Betts. Jellybean? Though she goes by JB now." Oooooooh...
"Are you kidding?" I laughed, "Why didn't you tell me before now! I mean, what are the odds that your sister and I would both work at Pop's but you were the first Jones I met?"
"It's called destiny, babe," he winked, quickly pecking a kiss to my cheek and stepping out of the truck. We decided that since I only had a few hours before my shift, we would make the most of the quiet and go inside to watch a movie. We could both wait until tonight to finish what we had started at the prison.
I laid my head on his chest and sighed contently as we watched the opening scenes of The Princess Bride. Ever since I was a little girl when I first saw this movie at the Twilight, I always wanted a love like Westley and Buttercup had. They were hopelessly devoted to each other and would move mountains to be together. I was truly beginning to feel like I had finally found that love right here with Jughead.
When the scene where Buttercup finds out Westley had been killed, I started to cry silently. That part always got me. I always cried imagining the pain she must have felt at that moment, believing she would never love again. Before Jughead came into my life I honestly felt that way too.
Jughead must have heard my sniffles because he paused the movie and sat up with a concerned look, pulling me with him before brushing my tears away.
"Betts, baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying, love?" His gentleness only made me want to cry even more but I let out a small laugh instead. He cupped my cheeks and forced me to look into his eyes, searching my eyes for the answer.
"It's stupid, really." I tried to brush it off but he held my gaze until I opened up and spoke, "Well, it's just that after everything that happened with Archie, I never thought I would find anyone again. He broke me Jug, I mean really broke everything about me," I glanced down at my lap, too embarrassed to look at him.
"But, then I meet you and- I don't know, it just feels like maybe this is my second chance. Like my Westley has found me again. It's silly, I know." I blushed, hiding my face in my shoulder so I don't have to see the look in his eyes. "I mean, yeah, we knew each other when we were kids but we really are just now getting to know each other as adults and I just, well- I mean, it feels like-," Jughead grabbed the sides of my face gently and lifted my head to look in my eyes again.
"It feels like we were meant to find each other?" He asked, the look in his eyes sending my heart into overdrive. I nodded slowly, tears threatening to fall as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was gentle and tender, taking his time to consume me fully before he pulled away far too soon for my liking. I chased his lips as he pulled back further and wiped my remaining tears, making me crack a small smile. We laid back down and snuggled in silence for a few minutes until I felt better.
"Thanks, Juggie, I needed that. I lo- uh, I mean, do you want to finish the movie and then maybe grab a quick bite before I have to start my shift?" He looked down at me with the strangest look in his eye; like I'd hung the moon for him, like the only thing he saw in this world was me.
"As you wish," he whispered, kissing my forehead before he played the movie.
When I first agreed to this schedule, I never thought I would ever get sick of being on the night shift. The low traffic of customers, all the downtime to get my writing done without issue, and with Jughead usually being here my shifts just seemed to make them fly by. However, this week had been the absolute worst ever. Jughead was working the bar all week so I was here alone every night, counting the minutes until he came in for his morning coffee at the end of my shift so we could go back to his place and fall asleep in each other's arms.
If it wasn't for the fact that Jug had been texting me non-stop and sending me funny little memes, I think I would have gone absolutely bonkers being here all alone. Don't get me wrong, I was happy to help out Adam and Pop but now that I had a boyfriend I was excited to get back to a normal shift so I could have more time with him than what we've had this week. We still tried to get as much quality time together as we could but it was difficult with our schedules being off.
When we weren't sleeping we just mostly stayed in his apartment and watched movies or made each other dinner when we were both off. It was extremely domestic but it felt completely natural for the two of us. Even when we would hang out at the Wyrm with our combined friends someone would make the comment about us already living together or acting like an old married couple after just knowing each other for four months. We would laugh it off but neither of us really protested when our friends would tease us about it. It worked for us and that was all that mattered to either of us.
Jughead decided that when my schedule finally changed that he wanted us to have a real date, not meeting at a bar, a God's honest first date. No friends, no staying in, just a whole evening to ourselves without any interruptions - in a nice restaurant if Jughead had his way. This was what we were discussing while I finished up my last overnight shift. Jughead was excitedly making plans for our first "real" date as I wiped down the counters with one hand. balancing my phone on my shoulder as I listened to him rambling.
"Jug, honestly, we can just stay in your apartment all night for all I care. I just want to spend some time with you and relax. This week has been a total nightmare and I just want to drink a glass of wine and see where the night takes us. Maybe even soak in a bath with you," I said in a flirtatious tone, hearing his breathy laugh on the other end making my body instantly react.
We aren't even in the same room and just his laugh makes me want to climb through the phone and jump him. I thought, squeezing my thighs together.
"Betts, if it means being in a bath with you, naked and covered in bubbles, I think I could get behind that idea," I giggled and was about to retort when I noticed some hot rod's pulling up outside the diner.
That's strange, no one ever comes here at 2 am, I thought. I realized they are all wearing leather jackets but something about them seemed off, something that sent a chill shooting down my spine. I kept my voice as even as possible as I spoke, not wanting to freak Jughead out.
"Uh, Jug. Did you send any Serpents over here to Pop's?" My voice cracked, betraying my nerves at the situation. I sensed a change in his tone immediately.
"No, Betty, all the Serpents are here. Why? What's wrong?" Instantly, fear took over and I knew without a doubt that this was not going to go down well for me at all. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper and cupped my hand around the mouthpiece so he could still hear me.
"Because Jug, about eight guys in leather jackets and face paint just showed up outside the diner and they are all stari-," I nearly dropped the phone when Jughead's voice rang in my ears.
"Betty, listen to me. .Door. Right now. Those are not Serpents, and if they are who I think they are, they are there because of me. Just lock the door. NOW!" Before I could even take a step to move around the counter, they were making their way in the door. I stood frozen to my spot in fear, the phone still clutched in my hands.
"They're already inside Jug," I whispered into the phone, hoping he could hear me but they couldn't. Each of the men gave me a menacing smile as they passed by, making my heart drop into the pit of my stomach.
"I'm coming, Betty. Just act natural and be careful, I'm coming to you now," he said before the line went dead.
Not wanting them to suspect anything was amiss I slipped my phone into my apron, grabbed my notepad, and put on the best Cooper smile I could muster. I walked confidently to their tables, making sure to sound as cheerful as possible.
"How are you boys doing tonight? Can I get anything started for you? Or something to drink maybe?" My eyes darted around the two tables nervously, waiting for someone to speak. I trembled slightly, trying to stay as calm as possible.
Every one of them looked frightening to me but one of the men, in particular, stood out from the others. His demeanor set him apart from the rest and he seemed to be their leader. Or at least the alpha of their little group. Just the way he stared me down and licked his lips made bile back up into my throat.
His insanely curly hair framed his face in such a way that it accentuated the crazed look in his eye as he grinned at me perversely. I chewed my bottom lip, frozen in fear and clutching my notepad to my chest as I watched him nervously. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes turning almost murderous as he spoke.
"Oh, we ain't here for the food darlin'. See, we're here to deliver a message. Well, to have you deliver a message that is," he said suggestively, running his hand up the back of my thigh and under my skirt. I slapped his hand away and took a shaky step back, causing all the men to erupt into laughter.
"Well, I'm not sure who the message is for but I think you've got the wrong place and the wrong girl. So, why don't you all just leave right now before I call Sheriff Keller and have your sorry asses thrown in jail?" I spat back venomously.
The leader stood up and towered over me but I wouldn't let him intimidate me. I couldn't show him any fear or else he'd have the advantage. I squared my jaw and stood firm, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Oh, I don't think you wanna do that blondie," he said calmly, a smile still playing on his lips.
"And why not?" I furrowed my brow, staring him down. The next thing I knew, I heard the flick of a switchblade before I felt him pressing the cold steel to my cheek.
"Because if you do that then I'm gonna have to gut you like a fucking fish," he growled as he ran the tip of the blade down my neck, down between my breasts, before he slipped it under the string of my apron. "And something tells me that Jonesy boy might not like that too much."
He pulled the blade tight against the string, snapping it and sending my apron crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
He raised the knife back up to my neck as he pressed his body closer to mine, pinning me against the countertop behind me. Tears pricked my eyes as he leaned in close, his breath on my cheek. I knew he was going to hurt me but I squeezed my eyes shut so he wouldn't see how afraid I was.
Just as he pressed the knife a little harder to my skin, I heard the door chime and then someone shouting. I knew without even opening my eyes that it was him. My tensed body loosened slightly now that he was here to save me from these men.
"Malachi! Back the hell away before I put a bullet between your eyes!" He yelled. Just from the way his voice shook I knew he was seething.
I opened my eyes to see Jughead and about twenty other Serpents standing in and around Pop's, all holding guns on the man in front of me.
The man, Malachi, held his hands up and stepped away from me enough for me to grab my phone from the floor before I ran behind Jughead for protection.
With his gun still trained on my attacker, Jughead stopped me and tilted my head, examining my neck and checking to see if I'm hurt before he turned to the man again.
"Now, let's make one thing clear, Malachi. If you have a message for me you bring it to me directly, you got that?" Jughead sneered, "If I find out that you even so much as look at this diner or attempt to breathe the same air as my girlfriend ever again, I will kill each and every last one of you assholes and burn whatever remains of you to ash. Do we have an understanding?!"
I had only ever seen this side of Jughead once when that guy in the bar was trying to take advantage of me, and it was a side of him that I knew existed but he never showed it to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he spoke, his demeanor stirring something inside me.
The scowl he gave them sent throbbing pulses to my core that made me weak in the knees. I felt my face starting to burn just from the thoughts that currently consumed my mind.
Had I been the one on the receiving end of that look, I would have been scared out of my mind. But looking at him threatening these men - knowing he was doing it to protect me - made me want him that much more.
The domineering presence he had when he spoke to them, the look in his eyes, the control he had, all of it. I had to rub my thighs together just thinking about it.
I was so focused on my own arousal that I barely even registered that the men were leaving. Once they were out of the diner Jug pulled me into the kitchen but I couldn't think straight, my head swimming with need.
"Betty, are you ok? Did he hurt you? God, I am so sorry-," Jughead let out a grunt as I threw myself into his arms, biting and sucking on his bottom lip as I kissed him ferociously.
I drove my tongue into his mouth as he picked me up and placed me on the stainless steel counter, his hands running up my skirt causing me to let out a wanton moan.
I couldn't hold back any longer, I needed him. I needed him to control me, to claim me, to fuck me until I couldn't think straight. I reached down to unlatch his belt but he stopped me and pulled away.
"Wait, wait, Betts. Hold on a sec," he pulled back further to look me in the eyes as I pouted. I knew he could see how much I wanted this, how much wanted him. I could see the same desirous look reflected in his eyes.
"I need you, Juggie. All of you, please," I begged, grasping at his hair and trying desperately to capture his mouth again. He groaned as I wrapped my legs around him and I watched his eyes darkening with need.
"Not here, Princess. Close up and let me take you home. Then I will give you anything you want," I bit my lip and nodded.
I locked up the diner as quickly as possible and called Pop to let him know what happened before I hopped on the back of Jug's bike and we took off back to his apartment.
We barely made it into the front door before we were on each other. Pushing and pulling, panting and moaning, pressing each other against every surface we could as we made our way to the bedroom.
When we got to the hallway, Jughead lifted me up off the floor - never breaking our kiss - and I wrapped my legs around his back. He carried me into his room and slammed the door shut with his foot, dropping me gently onto his bed before kissing his way up my body to whisper into my ear.
"Tell me what you want, Princess," he said gruffly, biting my neck and making me cry out.
"Take me Juggie, all of me. I want you to fuck me, mark me, make me all yours. I need you to make sure everyone knows exactly who I belong to. Please, Jug," I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.
The darkness inside me was boiling to the surface and I finally understood what it needed, what I needed. I needed him, needed to be his in every way possible, needed to submit every part of myself to him. I needed to give up control.
"As you wish, Princess," he grunted before capturing my lips again. I moaned as I felt his hands pushing my skirt up before he ripped the thin panties off of me and tossed them to the side.
"Is this what you want, babygirl? You want me to fuck you real good?" Jughead asked, sitting back on his knees and spreading my thighs further apart to stretch my wet core wider. My chest heaved as I watched him slowly remove his shirt, staring down at me with lust blown eyes.
"If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word. Alright, Princess?" He asked and shook his head, growling when I simply nodded. "Use your words, babygirl."
"Yes sir," I cooed, my body throbbing with need already. Jughead leaned over me slightly, running his hands up my waist to the closure of my dress before he grabbed both sides and ripped them open. My breath caught as the buttons shot across the room and he pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to the cool night air.
"Touch yourself."
I hesitated slightly and jumped when I felt him give a light slap against my clit, making me moan loudly. "I said, touch yourself."
This time I didn't hesitate as I shoved two of my dainty fingers into my soaked cunt while the other hand roughly grabbed my breast to play with my nipple. My eyes never left Jughead's as he undid his pants, pulling them off and freeing his aching erection. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke himself up and down, squeezing at the base and tugging roughly every so often.
Just as I was about to come, Jughead pulled my fingers from my sex and sucked then into his mouth. My toes curled at the sensations that-that visual gave me and when he finally had his fill, he leaned over me clicking his tongue and rasped, "I didn't give you permission to come, babygirl," before plunging his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste the tangy flavor on it.
Jughead wrapped his hands around both of my wrists and lifted them above my head as he began attacking my neck with fervor. He lifted his head and looked down on me with such carnality that I swear I could have come right there on the spot. "Don't move your hands."
"Yes sir," I whimpered, clutching the underside of his headboard to keep myself still. He worked his way down my body, suckling bruises down my sternum as he pushed my ruined dress to the sides. He teased my nipples before taking them into his mouth and driving me insane with his tongue. My body hummed, teetering on the edge of insanity and complete and utter bliss.
"Don't. Come." He growled as he spread my thighs apart again but this time he dragged his tongue up my slit, nipping at my swollen bud as he reached it. My body shuddered and a guttural moan escaped my lips when he speared his tongue into my cunt, fucking me into oblivion. After a moment his fingers replaced his tongue, curling upwards to reach my inner button as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I could feel the tension building quickly and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before it snapped and I would fall apart. "Please... Jug, I'm about to-," my voice faded out when he suddenly stopped. I looked at him in frustration, trying to calm my erratic breaths and slow my pounding heart.
"It's not time to come yet, babygirl," he smirked, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. "Now, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for your King."
His commanding voice had me obeying his demand, shedding the remains of my clothing before I got into position and waited for him to give me further instructions. I watched him stand up with lustful eyes - grabbing something from the floor - before crawling back onto the bed behind me. My eyes widened and I swallowed hard when I noticed that he had his belt in his hand.
"Don't worry, Princess. If I was going to spank you, it would be with this," he said huskily, tapping my hip with his palm. "Hands behind your back," he demanded. I sat up onto my knees and intertwined my fingers together behind my back as he looped the belt around my wrists, tugging slightly to make sure it was comfortable but secure. His breath ghosted over my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you now, Princess, and I want you to scream as loud as you want. Let everyone downstairs know just how good I make you feel."
He bent me forward and held onto my bound wrists, surging into me and burying himself deep inside with a satisfying growl. I cried out as he began thrusting forcefully into my tight cunt, "Yes, Juggie! Fuck me harder, please...sir," I begged, screaming into the mattress as he drilled into me harder from behind. I could feel myself reaching the precipice, ready to plunge over the edge when he hauled me flush against his chest. "Time to come, Elizabeth," he whispered before slapping my clit repeatedly and biting down hard on my neck. My world cracked, shattering into thousands of supercharged pieces that continued bursting to send me further and further into utter ecstasy. I gasped for air, tears streaming down my cheeks as the sensation burned through my veins and consumed me wholly.
Suddenly, I felt my wrists become free and fall limply to my sides as Jughead scooped me into his arms, caressing my skin and whispering words of love into my ear. I felt like I was floating as he took care of me, cleaning up the remains of our lovemaking and touching me so tenderly that it made me cry. When I finally felt somewhat like myself again, Jug was there with some water and snacks and some fresh clothes for me to wear.
"Wow," I chuckled as he fed me some grapes and stroked my hair gently.
"Wow is right, Princess," Jughead smiled, kissing my forehead. "Finish your snack, love. You need your rest and then we are going for round two."
I woke up the next morning to the feeling of kisses being pressed to my shoulder and strong arms wrapped around me.
I felt the soreness in my body and smiled, loving that it was him that made me feel this way. I stretched, turning my head to kiss Jughead's lips. I rolled over to get a deeper kiss and ran my hands through his hair before pulling back to look down on him with a smile.
"Morning baby, how'd you sleep?" he asked, kissing the tip of my nose as he pulled me tighter to his chest.
"Mmm, I slept amazingly. Well, when we were actually sleeping," I bit my lip to stifle a giggle.
Just like so many other times before, we had come together several times during the night to make each other fall apart over and over again. I was secretly thankful for my decision to keep my implant since we didn't even stop to think about protection anymore. All we cared about was what we could do to each other, how we could make each other feel.
"Hey, last night was on you, Betts. You were insatiable... You almost kept up with me," he teased, pinching my side and kissing me on the shoulder again.
"Well, we both know the Serpent King can be demanding," I laughed before trying to sit up. Jug pulled me back down to the bed to kiss me hard, pinning me underneath him.
"If I do recall Coop, it was you that wanted to be a good girl for your King. Or am I mistaken?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I chewed my bottom lip at the memory of all the things we explored the previous night.
"No sir, you're not mistaken. We both know how much I love pleasing my King," I kissed him once more before I shimmied out of his embrace. I stood up, put on a new pair of panties before pulling on one of his threadbare shirts. "Now, how about I show you what a good girl I am in the kitchen and make my King breakfast for a change?"
"Mmmm, you won't hear me complain at all, Princess," he chuckled, pulling on his pajama pants before chasing me out the bedroom. I ran squealing and giggling all the way to the kitchen.
He finally caught me just as we reached the kitchen, grabbing my waist and spinning me around for another kiss.
He lifted me up and placed me on the countertop, standing between my legs and getting impossibly close. I could feel him grinning against my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pressed his hardening core to mine. Just as I reached into his pajamas and wrapped my hand around him, the front door slammed open.
"Hey loser, I'm home! Thanks for picking me up at the bus station like you promised! I just love trying to convince a cab to come to this dive. You owe me $50 bucks for that mess. Oh and Gladys says hi by th-," Jughead stiffened and clung to me as the voice dropped off mid-sentence.
"Shit! Uh, sorry bro, I didn't see anything! I'm just gonna go to my room and gouge my eyes out, just come get me when you guys are, um, done," the woman paused, "And dude, make sure you disinfect the counter, please!" I looked over Jug's shoulder just in time to see a girl walking towards the spare room, hand blocking her eyes, dragging a suitcase behind her. I could barely stifle a giggle at the redness in his cheek. He nipped at my neck teasingly and pulled my hand from his pants.
"Hey Betts, um, wanna meet my sister?"