Chapter Nineteen
Betty
"We have to be quiet," he whispers against my ear.
"I'm not the loud one," I tell him as I kiss his neck. He squeezes his hand around my arm. I know that I get him in that spot every time. He kisses along my neck, down to my chest as I grab the end of his shirt. I take it off, sending it to the ground around us and slipping out of my boots. He stumbles forward as we kiss, laughing.
"Don't fall into me," I say, joking.
"Kiss my neck," he begs.
I lean over to kiss his neck, tracing patterns on his skin and kissing him until I feel like biting. I let my teeth graze his neck, biting a little more than I intend to. He gasps when I do this but leans into me.
"God, Bets, I want to be inside you," he begs.
"Get there then," I tell him.
Jug pushes my jacket off and lets it fall to the bed. He rips my shirt off and then goes back to kissing me, pressing himself against my hips. He is pressed like this for several seconds before he pushes his hands down to my pants. He unbuckles them as quickly as he can with shaking hands.
I put my hand over him and his head falls to my shoulder. I start rubbing, making sure to circle him a little and then begin to undo his pants. I do it quickly as he shakes and leans toward me. I pull them down, revealing his boxers. He pushes his hips close to me.
"Put your jacket back on," he begs.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"I want you to ride me with it on," he says.
I smile as I slip it back on my arms and over my shoulders. He pulls his own underwear down so I do the same. He lays back on the bed. I crawl over him.
"Betty," he gasps before I sit on him to start riding him the way he wanted. I do this for several seconds, feeling nothing but pure bliss. I practically beg for it, needing more with every thrust and movement that I get.
"Jug," I whisper.
He puts his hand between us, rubbing me so that I arch my back. He grabs my sides, holding onto me so I don't fall over but still rubbing me just as much as I need. Soon that building sensation is driving me crazy. I try as hard as I can not to moan. I lean down and put my face in his neck, knowing that I am going to finish soon.
"Jug, I'm close," I say.
"I know. Finish Betty. I want my queen to feel good. I want to feel you," he whispers.
"I don't want to be loud," I admit.
"Bite me."
I bite as hard as I can as I finish around him, falling off that cliff, feeling nothing but bliss and perfection.
I gasp as I do this, breathing hard and coming completely still on top of him. He lets me rest there for no more than a second. I can feel him trying desperately to get me to move. His hips are thrusting with no movement, begging himself to go deeper, to get more friction. But I am suddenly so tired that I can't move.
He grabs me and throws me underneath of him, rolling so that I am on top of him. He starts thrusting right away.
"I'm close, Betty," he warns.
"I know," I say. "I can feel it."
It's not long before his eyes are clenching, his face is distorting and his hips are moving erratically and frantically into mine. He puts his arms on either side of me to hold himself up as he pushes into me.
"Betty, yes. Betty!"
I don't even bother shushing him. It is too late now. I watch as he falls off that same cliff, coming down from his high. He collapses on top of me and rests his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily for several long seconds. We breathe like this, thinking about nothing but recovery and bliss.
"I love you," I whisper to him.
"I love you too."
"Jug!" we hear from the other room.
He rolls off of me and then lays against the bed for a second before he throws his boxers back on.
"Jug," Archie says again.
"I sort of forgot he was here," Jug admits.
"You sort of moaned my name when you came," I say with a smile. he shrugs. I grab his S tee shirt and throw it on before I stand by the open doorway and watch. Jughead walks over to Archie and puts his hand on his shoulder. I see them both nod and then Jug stands up with him, helping him as he walks shakily to the bathroom. When Archie sees me, he shakes his head and looks almost disgusted. I mean, Jug came in to help him with nothing but his boxers on. We weren't exactly quiet. I'm sure he figured it out.
"You guys could've waited until I was asleep," Archie says.
"You were asleep," I say with a shrug.
"Until I was woken up by this one," Archie says, hitting Jug on the shoulder.
Jug helps him into the bathroom and then comes back out alone, holding out his hand to me. I pull him close and kiss him on the lips. He pulls away, a little surprised but happy.
"What?" I ask.
"We need to wait until he's asleep again for round two," he says.
"Round two?" I ask with a smirk.
"Two…three…four…five," he mutters against my lips. "All night for my queen."