Chapter Eleven

Betty jumped as his fist slammed down on the table, glasses and plates rattling as the other patrons in the restaurant halted their conversations and drew their eyes to the couple. She swallowed hard as she dug her nails into the palms of her hands.

"Elizabeth Diane Cooper, I highly suggest you rethink this decision." he warned coldly, the other patrons returning to their previous conversation.

'Maybe you aren't as truly happy as you make yourself believe' she heard Veronica's words echo in her head, forcing herself to sit up straighter and squaring off her shoulders.

'Even if my guys and I have to come up there and get you, we'll think of something' Jughead had whispered softly against her lips.

"I'm not rethinking it. I've made my decision, Michael."

Betty sighed as Jughead pushed her up against the front door, his lips and teeth assaulting the tender skin of her neck, her hands fisting into his hair to hold him there. He placed his hands on her hips and pressed his body to hers, letting out a groan as she wiggled her pelvis against his growing erection.

"Unless you wanna give the whole trailer park a show you gotta let me get my keys." he whispered against the hollow of her throat. She nodded and Jughead pulled back long enough to dig his keys out of his pocket, Betty's hands finding his stomach as she pressed her lips to his in another hungry kiss. Her fingers slid under his t-shirt and started trailing up his toned stomach, Jughead shivering at her touch before grabbing her ass and lifting her up. He smiled when her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Yeah, get it!" they heard a very drunk Sweet Pea call from the main road of the trailer park where he and Fangs were stumbling to Sweet Pea's trailer with more alcohol in tow. Jughead laughed and braced Betty against the door, flipping the two off who started cackling drunkenly before pushing the door open and stepping inside. He kicked it closed, Betty's lips back on his and her fingers running through his thick black hair.

"God, you're so beautiful, Betts."

"You're going to regret this when we go back to the hotel." he warned and Betty's temper flared, her jaw set as she stood.

"No, I don't think I will." Her adrenaline was rushing through her, Betty feeling unstoppable as this newfound courage surfaced. Where was this coming from all of a sudden?

"Excuse me?"

"I won't regret this and I'm not coming back to the hotel with you, Michael. You're going to pay for this meal I have had to suffer here with you and then you are going to leave and collect your things. I will be notifying hotel security that you are to be leaving the hotel and not returning and IF I have to have my 'gang banging' friends escort you off the premises and out of Riverdale then so be it."

Her friends. That's where her strength, her bravery, was coming from. Because she had her friends, and a whole gang of bikers, who had her back. And she just knew that Jughead would love for himself and his Serpents to make sure Michael got the hell out of town.

"Elizabeth." he growled as he stood, reaching across the table and taking firm hold of her shirt, jerking her towards him as customers gasped. She wanted to turn away, to brace for the impact but her eyes held his, unwavering and unchanging from the anger that had been simmering for years and was now starting to boil over.

"Get your hands off me." she warned coldly, a few of the servers and some of the men sitting in the restaurant jumping to her defense to pull Michael off of her, one of them threatening a call to the Sheriff.

Their hands were moving frantically to rid each other of their clothes, Betty laughing as Jughead nearly tripped trying to get his pants off and caused them both to tumble back onto the bed. He finished kicking them off, sitting up on his knees and shrugging out of his shirt. Betty reached down and pulled his body against hers. She had lost her thin pink sweater at the door of the bedroom, her shorts laying in a pile with his pants at the foot of the bed.

Jughead supported himself on his elbows as he looked down at Betty, the light from the old lamp on his nightstand bathing her skin in a soft, warm glow. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, cupping her cheek as he smiled at her.

"What is it, Juggie?" she whispered, the corners of her mouth pulling into a smile, a pink tint spreading across her cheeks as he studied her face.

"I just can't believe you're here in my bed with me. I thought I had lost you to New York." he whispered, Betty placing her hands on his face and bringing her head up for a quick, soft kiss.

"I belong here, Juggie." He dipped his head down and brushed the tip of his nose against hers before nipping her bottom lip, soothing it with a kiss before his lips trailed back to her neck. Kiss by burning kiss he worked his way down to her collar bone, then to the top curve of her breasts and she reached underneath herself to free the clasp. He took the white satin between his teeth and pulled it off of her slowly, giving her a wink as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. He tossed the bra off the side of the bed and ran a hand up her side before cupping her breast, Betty laying her head back on his pillow and closing her eyes as she focused on his attention to her.

Jughead cupped one of her breasts in his hands and ran the pad of his thumb along her nipple, grinning to himself as he heard a small hitch in her breath.

"You're perfect, Betty Cooper." he whispered as he glanced up towards her face and saw her grin spreading, her hand coming up and resting on the back of his head. He flicked his tongue out and let it brush against the very tip of her nipple, hearing a soft whimper from her before he took it in his mouth. His tongue moved lazy circles around it, his teeth nipping it softly as he took her other breast in hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his grasp even more and her fingers tightened in his hair. His hand traveled down her flat belly and to the white cotton panties on her hips, his fingers flirting with the top hem and he raised his head. She moved to her elbows and locked her gaze with his. Her tongue slid slowly across her bottom lip and he felt his erection twitch at the sight of her. Her hair was already tousled, her face dusted pink and her breasts moving with each breath she took.

"Touch me, please Jug." she whispered before his mouth came to hers and his hand slid under the hem, his fingers met with warm moisture as her legs spread wider. He teased her slick folds before letting a digit slip between them and finding the little bundle nerves that sent her gasping and mewling against his lips. With one elbow propping her up on the bed she wrapped her other arm around his neck, bucking her hips as he slowly rubbed her now throbbing clit. He slid his tongue along hers as he moved his hand down and slowly slid a finger inside of her.

"M-more." she begged, her voice barely a whisper, her breath shaky and her hips bucking to meet his hand.

"I'm just getting started, Love." He murmured against her lips as he slid a second finger inside and curled them up, Betty letting a small sob for air out as her arm tightened around the back of his neck, "Lie back, relax, and let me take care of you." Her arm slowly slid away from him as she did what he said, Jughead swallowing hard at the image of her golden hair splayed wildly around her angelic face on his own pillow.

He was a lucky son of a bitch.

He moved down her body as he slid his fingers out of her (not without her protest) and hooked them into the sides of her panties, sliding them down her long legs and dropping them off the end of the bed. He took one of her feet in his hands and began massaging the bottom of it, Betty releasing a satisfied moan and he smiled against the skin of her ankle as he placed a tender kiss on it. He rested his hands on her knees and parted her legs, revealing her soaking wet core to his hungry gaze.

"Have I told you yet how beautiful you are?" She giggled as she looked down her body at him, watching him settling himself between her legs and sliding his hands under her thighs and gripping her hips.

"A few times." she whispered in return as he kissed the inside of her thigh.

"You should be told it everyday, multiple times a day because it's true and you deserve to hear it." With that statement he lowered his head and held her hips tightly as his tongue ran slowly up her folds. He heard her gasp and felt her hips roll as her back arched towards him. He licked her slowly again, this time settling his mouth on her clit and sucking it gently into his mouth as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Juggie...oh God..." she whimpered as she gripped the pillow with one hand, digging her nails into the comforter with the other as her eyes rolled back into her head. He moved one hand from her hip and spread her wider, flattening his tongue against her and bringing it up slowly until he made it to her clit again.

"Feel good, baby?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her skin.

"Y-yes...please...don't stop, Juggie..." she begged, a flick of his tongue forcing another moan out of the back of her throat.

"As you wish." He snaked his tongue inside of her and Betty felt as if she was going to come undone at that very second, her hand shooting down and tangling in his hair. As he brought his tongue back up he slid his finger in to her to replace it's absence and settled his tongue back over her aching clit, adding a second finger and smiling against her wetness as she rolled her hips towards him again.

Betty tightened her grip in his hair as he continued his slow assault with his tongue on her womanhood. Part of her wanted to scream out and beg him to speed up as she could feel her release building. But the majority of her was enjoying him taking his time and making sure she was thoroughly satisfied. Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid as the wave was growing, his hand on her hip tightening as he tried to hold her still when she arched her back. With eyes screwed shut and nails dug into the bedding and his hair his name burst from her lips, her legs holding his head in place as the tidal wave finally came crashing down and her orgasm shaking her body to it's very core. His hand slipped out of her and grabbed her hips firmly as he lapped her up, Betty whimpering and gasping as she slowly came down from her high. She looked down at him as he kissed the inside of her thigh and looked up her body, his tongue slowly running across his bottom lip before he gave her a devilish smile. He slowly moved back up her body and reminded Betty of a predator getting ready to leap at it's prey and devour them. Her hands came up and ran along his shoulders then down his back, biting her bottom lip as her hands felt warm skin pulled tight over lean muscle. He lowered his body against hers and pressed his lips to hers. Betty moaned softly as she tasted her tangy sweetness on his mouth, her lips parting and welcoming his probing tongue.

"Boxers off." she whispered against his mouth as she slid a hand down between them and ran her fingers along his length through the thin fabric. Jughead moved to his knees and Betty sat up, placing her hands over his when he reached for the top hem of his boxers.

"Let me." she whispered and he let his hands fall to his sides, Betty curling her fingers inside the top and sliding them down his legs. With her gaze locked on his she reached up and wrapped her fingers around him, a hitch in his breath making her smile and she started slowly pumping her hand up and down. He gripped her shoulders and sucked in a sharp breath at her firm grasp.

"Jesus, Betts..." he groaned and saw her cheeks burn before she finally moved her gaze down to his erection, leaning forward and flicking her tongue across his tip before wrapping her lips around him and pulling him deeper. His moan was throaty, his hands squeezing her shoulders and his head falling back as she took him in as far as she could and let the tip of her tongue tease his length on her way back up. He knew he wouldn't last long if he let her continue and he really, really wanted to give her everything he could tonight.

"Betts...you gotta stop, baby." he reluctantly said, Betty pulling back and looking up at him with a small frown.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with sadness and he shook his head.

"No, Betty, no you did everything right, trust me." he whispered and lowered himself to her, using his body to gently push her back on the bed, "Any other time you want to do that I promise I won't stop you. But I want to be at top performance for you tonight and if you keep going I'll be down and out quick. You have a very talented mouth." She let out an airy laugh and placed her hands on his cheeks, Jughead giving her a soft and quick kiss before reaching into the drawer of his nightstand and producing a foil packet.

"At least let me do the honors." she whispered and took the condom from him, ripping it open and sliding it on for him. He shivered at her gentle touch, kneeing her legs open and settling himself between them. He looked into her emerald eyes and as he lowered his head and kissed her lips he slid himself into her, Betty gasping against his lips and immediately wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him to her.

"Feel good?" he murmured and she nodded. Jughead smirked and returned his lips for a heated kiss as he began to thrust slowly and pushed in deeply. She was warm, slick, tight, and her inner walls worked against him as he rocked his body with hers. She wrapped her arms around him and her hands flattened against his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax. He moved his lips to kiss along the ridge of her shoulder and worked his way to her neck. She moved one hand up his back, her nails dragging along his skin and stopping in his hair to tangle her fingers in it.

"Juggie." she whispered as she turned her head, placing her lips against his ear, "Faster, please, fuck me faster." At her request she dug her nails on her other hand in his back as she took his earlobe between her teeth for a quick nip. Jughead groaned into her neck, one hand moving to the headboard to brace himself as his thrusts quickened, Betty throwing her head back and tightening her grip on him. Her moans mixed in with the slapping of skin and the headboard beating against the trailer wall, Jughead grunting into her neck as his hips slammed hard and fast against her.

Betty could feel that same welcoming pressure again, that same ripple that was building into a tidal wave and she buried her face in his shoulder.

Jughead could hear her rapid breathing, could feel her muscles working against and could hear the whimpers and moans into his shoulder.

"You close, baby?" he whispered and felt her nod.

Oh thank God. He thought as he had been trying to fight off his own climax to make sure he could finish her first. She deserved it. He quickened his thrusts more, the bed sounding as if it was going to go through the wall at this point and Jughead prayed the old bed frame would hold up.

Her body stiffened, her limbs holding him tight and her inner muscles squeezing and clamping down as she came, hard. She bit down on his shoulder as she cried out, her nails digging into his back. Jughead was able to ride out her orgasm for a few more thrusts before she finally milked his out of him and he stilled, moaning into her neck and holding her body close to his.

"Jesus, Betts." he panted, collapsing on the bed next to her and wrapping her up in his arms. She flung a leg over his and laid her arm across his stomach as Jughead kissed the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair and smiling as she tilted her head to look up at him. Her eyes stopped on his chest and in the dim light of the lamp she touched an old scar before noticing more that peppered across his chest and down his stomach.

"Initiation, breaking up bar fights, run ins with ghoulies, street fights with cocky Northsiders. Typical gang stuff." he whispered softly at her unasked question before he narrowed his eyes and grabbed her hand, lifting her arm up and bringing it closer to the lamp, "Did I hurt you?" he asked in horror as he saw the bruises on her wrists, his eyes trailing up her arms to see some near her shoulders too. He sat up and looked at her with wide and panicked eyes, grabbing her other hand as she moved to her knees to inspect it. She cupped his face in her hands and turned his attention to her.

"No, Juggie, no you didn't hurt me. Those were, uh, those were from the other night."

"Michael?" he asked, his jaw set firmly as he narrowed his eyes, "I'll fucking kill him."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay, Jug, he's gone. Don't let what we can't go back and change ruin tonight." she whispered and moved closer to him, kissing him and laying him back on the bed, "I'm safe now." His phone started vibrating somewhere on the floor and he waved it off as he pulled the blanket over them, reaching over and shutting off the lamp.

"Probably just a drunk Sweet Pea or Fangs and they heard the headboard." he teased, Betty smiling as she settled down, tucked against him and resting her head on his chest, "Get some sleep, Betts. It's been a rollercoaster of a day."