Cingulomania

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Chapter 20

"How do you move on?

You move on when

Your heart finally

Understands

That there is no

Turning back"

-J.R.R. Tolkien

…~*~...

"You alright Betty?" Toni wiped at the lines of blood and ink that now graced Betty's skin. She was trying to get as much of the area wiped down with the green soap on the paper towel in her hand as she could, without smearing the stencil that was there.

"Yeah, I'm alright. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I'm glad I ate before we came here though. I think I might have passed out already." Betty had chosen not to look across the room to the pair of leather jacketed boys chain smoking cigarettes and whispering over a flask of whiskey whilst leaning against a dingy unused pool table.

"Good, we're about halfway done. You chose a pretty tender spot, what with the bone and all. You should probably think about wearing tube tops, and no bra for a few days." Toni settled back into the machine, etching black lines into the creamy flesh of Betty Cooper's chest. She'd chosen a spot that would definitely be seen by almost everyone come summertime, right over her heart.

At the mention of no bra and a tube top, Sweet Pea's attention was piqued, he watched intently for about two minutes, then tried to jump back into conversation with Fangs.

"I'm sure you've seen her without a bra before, right Pea?" Fangs nudged him in the arm, and took a pull from the small metal container.

"Actually, I haven't." Sweet Pea was still watching Betty, and the steady strokes Toni made across her skin. It was almost mesmerizing thinking about the finished product. Betty in one of her deconstructed shirts, and her healed up snake bite. It was more than alluring, he could feel the collection of saliva just underneath his tongue, gulping it back down his throat with a swig of whiskey.

"How have you not seen her without a bra? Are you trying to tell me you're celibate?" Sweet Pea was irritated with the sudden questioning, it really wasn't anyone's business.

"If you must know, yes. And who said I'd ever been anything but?" he rolled his eyes at his friend and continued to watch the tattoo in progress.

"The hell are talking about? You bagged all those hang arounds, since last summer. Takin' them chicks to the back room and behind the gate, you can not sit here and tell me you just had a conversation with any of them. It was anything but conversation." Fangs was not believing what Sweet Pea was implying.

"Nosey asshole, for your information, I never had sex with them. I never bagged a hang around. I mean, I let them help me out, but it never went further than that." Stealing the last cigarette from his friend's ear, Sweet Pea lit it with the zippo from inside his leather pocket. He couldn't stand the thought of those chicks even offering their mouths to him now. He was with a superior type girl now; Old Lady material no doubt.

"Is this where you tell me she's different, she's special?" Looking expectantly at his friend, Fangs already knew the answer.

"She is Fangs. I'm not tryin' to sound like a pussy, but she's worth the wait. Every second of it, torturous as it may be." Smoke billowed from Sweet Pea's mouth, swirling in the air before him. The hazey plumes twirling toward the blonde in the recliner before him.

Feeling the intense staring from across the room, Betty dared a glance in the boy's direction. Immediately catching Sweet Pea's eyes with her own, a small half smile played at her lips. Without hesitation, the boy kissed the air in front of him, winking at her for good measure. A smear of pink staining her cheeks, she found her bottom lip caught between her teeth; eyelashes sweeping the tops of her cheek bones.

That particular look she gave him caused a stirring in the pit of stomach. Heat surging through his limbs at the prospect of teasing that plump bottom lip from her teeth into his. She had that effect him, plucking him from the here and now and dropping him somewhere in the realm of fantasy and yearning. It drove him fucking crazy, he liked it too much.

"Well ain't that some shit." Fangs voice ripped him from his parallel universe of Betty worship and brought him back to reality. Turning to see what his friend was looking at, Sweet Pea spotted him before another word fell from Fangs' lips. Jughead Jones swaggered into the Whyte Wyrm with a handle of Jack at his lips. Nearly half spent and sloshing violently in the glass container, the Amber liquid fell from the mouth of the bottle onto the already damp and dirty floor. The other bar patrons kept the Jones kid in their sights, knowing the damn kid was every bit a dumbass. Almost as brooding and stupid as his old man, but with a slight bit more brawn. A deadly combination.

"Nothing good can come from this. Nothing good at all." Sweet Pea's good mood was slain, mortally wounded by the exaggerated stagger of the petulant child that was Jughead Jones. The twirp had literally dead panned him with his wistful teary eyes and pouty brat lips set to a stoney mad face. Hoping like hell that Toni would hurry up, Sweet Pea turned away from the shit show behind him, purposely paying all of his attention to the sounds of the machine, the ease with which Toni etched the lines of Betty's future into the delicate skin above her beating heart.

Catching the concerned look Toni shot in his direction, it alerted him to the fact that Fangs had left the edge of the pool table they leaned against together. It also alerted him to the very belligerent tone of conversation being exchanged at the bar just behind him. Choosing to ignore the slurring coming from behind him, Sweet Pea moved toward the two girls and the sound of the buzzing and smell of green soap.

"Don't look just yet Sweet Pea! It's almost finished." Toni furrowed her brow in concentration, biting at the inner edge of her top lip. There was more than just the finishing details of a tattoo she'd placed on at least a dozen other people. She was trying not to get up and deal with the spectacle Jughead was making of himself.

"Okay Betty darlin', I think we're done. Let me just clean it up a little bit." With a wink, Toni grabbed the bottle of soapy water and poured it over a small stack of neatly folded paper towels, then drug the wet towel over the freshly marked Betty Cooper.

"Oh that feels amazing. Is it wrong that the smell is intoxicating?" Betty let her eyes flutter closed, a smile on her face.

"Not at all baby girl." Liking this side of his girl, he couldn't help but watch her revel in the post tattoo bliss. "It hurts so good, just wait for your second one." Toni finished cleaning the skin of blood and ink, allowing him to finally see the perfect snake bite above Betty's full breast.

"My second tattoo? You think I'll want another?" Betty's eyes were bright with excitement. She leaned forward in the chair they'd drug in from the office just for this moment.

"Oh hell yeah. You can't just get one Betty, it's a craving. An addiction." Toni was trying to keep her friend from paying attention to the minor spat at the bar. The one involving Jughead and Fangs and the now nearly empty bottle that had been slammed on the counter of the bar. Hog Eye was thoroughly pissed, his hands lay palm down on the scraped up wood on either side of the bottle.

"Well can I see this one? Maybe I'll want to get another one sooner rather than later if this one is how I think it is." Betty scooted to the edge of the chair, smiling from ear to ear. Taking the mirror that Toni held out for her, Betty drew in a deep breath then looked at her reflection.

"Oh my goodness Toni. It's perfect! It looks like it belongs there." Wanting to touch it, Betty refrained, instead placing the mirror on the table too amd reaching out to hug her friend. "Thank you Toni." Carefully avoiding her left side, Betty pulled Toni to her and squeezed.

"No problem Betty. I'm glad you like it. I need a drink after that." Toni patted Sweet Pea on the shoulder and went to the bar where Fangs had finally gotten Jughead under some control.

"Do you like it Pea?" Betty was standing now. Her fresh tattoo slathered in A&D ointment. Sweet Pea picked up the box of plastic wrap and the roll of paper tape.

"You have no idea how much I like it Betty. It's probably wrong of me, how much I like it." Tearing a bit of plastic from the roll, he set the small rectangular piece onto the raw tattoo. Tearing several pieces of tape to adhere the plastic to her skin.

"That good huh?" Betty was facing him now, her hands playing at the leather belt slung low on his hips. The heat between them building.

"Better than good Betts." Placing the last strip of tape on the top side of the bandage, he looked into her eyes now, emerald pools of unfathomable love. He fell hook line and sinker for this girl.

"Isn't this really sweet? Come on guys, it's touching really. He steals Betty from me, then he steals my nickname for her. Is there anything else of mine you'd like served up on a silver platter Sweet Pea? My bike, maybe my VP patch, or the family patch straight from my back?" Jughead was teetering on the edge of sloppy, but he stood his ground. Every moment of Betty and Sweet Pea's relationship thus far swirling in his mind, assaulting him with emotions he'd rather never feel again.

"Juggy, don't do this." Stepping forward, Betty placed her hand on Jughead's leather clad arm. The look of distaste on his face wasn't enough to keep her from taking another step toward him. She now stood directly in front of him, concern written all over face.

"How dare you Betty. How dare you call me that, much less put your hands on me." He tugged away from her, not missing the hurt that marred her features. He felt the pain ripple through his heart at their loss of contact. He'd missed her so much, and the one time she offered peace to him, he wrenched himself away from it. The sound of his own name for her falling from Sweet Pea's lips was far too much. It was too casual and accepted for it to have been the first time, and it certainly didn't seem to be the last.

"Jughead. I'm trying to be a friend, we're still friends remember?" Betty placed her other hand on his shoulder, tugging him to her. He resisted.

"No Elizabeth Cooper, we're not friends. You're a patched members prospective Old Lady. You're my step sister for all intents and purposes, we live in the same house, but we are friends no longer." Tossing her hand from his shoulder, Jughead sneered at Betty.

"Jughead." She let a tear roll down the planes of her face. The wetness making a home on the saran wrap bandage over her now broken heart. "How can you say that to me?"

"After everything we've been through, the real question is how can you fuck one of my brothers?" His face was inches from hers now. She could smell the whiskey on his breath, the sweet smell of marijuana and the slightest degree of his perspiration. This was not the Jughead Jones she'd fell in love with months before. This was the newest incarnation of Jughead, the one that was scarred by his absentee mother, by the aftermath of the black hood and by the desolation of anything he'd known as familiar. She'd watched the change start long before they'd ever really broken up, long before her heart belonged to Sweet Pea. She couldn't find words to defend herself. She couldn't untangle herself from his pain filled glare or the entrancing mingled scents that were his new fragrance. She wanted to reach out and hold the boy, to fit his head into the crook of her neck where he could finally release his anger and pain, but as it turned out, he didn't want such a thing from her.

"Answer me prospect!" His tone was lethal, anger vibrating just under the severity of his demand.

"Jughead, we haven't…" Another tear slipped from beneath her lashes, landing in a large splat at both of their feet.

"You don't have to answer to him Betty. This is enough, you've crossed a line Jughead. Just because you're drunk and pissed at me doesn't give you the right to fuck with Betty. Come on baby girl." Placing a hand on Betty's left shoulder, Sweet Pea tugged her toward him. He wanted to defend her, but knew this encounter was a long time coming. The hail storm that would be Sweet Pea and Jughead was not this moment in time, that was coming no doubt, but not here and now.

"Fuck off Sweet Pea, I'm not talkin' to you. Am I baby girl?" Despite Betty having moved several inches from Jughead's verbal assault, he still managed to get in her face, saying the latter in a sickly sweet tone, causing her memories of their time together to filter through. Her eyes met his now, tear filled meeting glassy. He was out of his mind.

"You can't do this Jughead. You dropped her, left her in the parking lot freezing cold and alone now get the fuck out of her face." It was Sweet Pea's turn to become dark and dangerous. He allowed the interaction between the former couple so that the air was cleared, but it went beyond settling things when Jughead demanded answers for something that wasn't a reality yet.

"What if she wants me here? She did before. Remember Betty? Before Tall Boy came rapping on the trailer door. When it was me you mueled for? When it was my touch you craved." Jughead, drunk as he was, knew he overstepping a boundary. He just needed to hear her speak for herself. Even of it was to tell him to kick rocks.

Finding her sense of self preservation, Betty finally spoke up. "We haven't slept together, yet. If you have to know, I've been waiting for the right time. Mostly because you and I hadn't resolved things. You may be able to dick down half the hang arounds in the Wyrm, and your fair blonde damsel in Florida, just to get over me, but we are not the same." Jughead sobered slightly at her words. Her mere presence now was domineering; the tables had turned. This was the Betty he'd always wanted, the one she stuffed deep down inside herself so she could the perfect image for her family. He'd needed that Betty, even if she was putting him on blast for his dirty trists in the very establishment they now stood.

"How do you know about that?" Very nearly speechless, Jughead let the anger fall from his face.

"Snake charming hang arounds talk, a lot. Flaunting your sexual performances in front my face is a fairly regular thing lately. I heard a lot about Benny-Jo too. Poor Mr. Teal must want brain bleach with the way they've been discussing his only daughter. My sex life is none of your business. It will never be your business. " She wasn't trying to hurt Jughead, she was giving him facts.

Looking from Betty to Sweet Pea, Jughead shook his head in disbelief. He had no idea his encounters were public information. Or maybe he did, and he'd hoped it would change Betty's mind about Sweet Pea. Maybe she'd come running for him after hearing about his escapades through Southside and Florida alike. Fat chance Forsythe Pendleton Jones III. Betty's arms were now laced together over her middle, her hip jutting out on one side, eyebrow fixed in an arch on her perfect tear stained face.

"I owe you no explanation for how or why I moved on, nor do i need a constant recount of how you did the same. Have a little respect for me, for yourself. I'm sorry you're hurt Jughead, but you did it to yourself. You did this to us, you made this choice. I just moved forward with the 'until it sticks' thing. It stuck Jughead. For real this time."

"Betty…" Broken, Jughead reached out to her. Hands in the air, Betty shook her head and scooted backward.

"No. This isn't you. Clean yourself up Jug." With another shake of her head, Betty turned around, retrieved her leather from the bar stool next to Toni and left under Sweet Pea's arm.

"You sure know where to hit 'em Jughead." Fangs pushed off from the bar, following his best friend and his girl out the door.

"Good night to choose to be a giant dildo and fuck everyone in the ass Jones. Betty just got her snake bite. She's almost a full fledged Serpent. She started all of this for you. Now she's doing it for herself and you shit all over her."

"I'm not exactly pleased with myself Toni. I didn't expect things go that route." Jughead let his hair fall from his beanie, stuffing it into his back pocket.

"Well, it did. Go clean up my stuff and I'll give you a lift home. You shouldn't be staying here. Try to be a good boy for the rest of night. Maybe get up early and make Alice breakfast in bed. Ask her for advice on how to clear the air between Betty and Sweet Pea. Alice knows a thing or two about a Jones man. She wouldn't steer you wrong. She likes you Jug, she wants better for you. So do I."

…~*~...

"There was a storm in her eyes

Rocky seas from a thousand stormy nights

But also too

There was light

A warm wind

From a distant shore

So that's where I headed

Towards her light

That shown with gentle seas."

-Atticus

The air was chilled, not as brutal as months before when she first found herself on the back of this bike, but it still stung her face as it whipped around her. Shoulda, coulda, wouldas assailed Betty in a constant barrage, causing her to feel the raw edges of what Jughead had done to heart earlier. Holding onto Sweet Pea tighter now, she knew she couldn't let the events of the night ruin the momentous branding of her body. So she pushed the last moments at the Wyrm from her mind. Opting to relive the gentle way that Sweet Pea cared for her snake bite. They way his changed as he looked upon her. She could almost see the attraction grow when the tattoo was revealed to him. She wanted him to look at her like that until her last breath. She wanted him to consume her totally, leaving nothing of her untouched by his love for her.

The bike slowed as they turned onto his street. The parking lot coming into view. She was relieved that he'd decided to bring her here, home with him. It was an unspoken need she'd felt the entire ride. Sweet Pea didn't want to chance seeing Jones at their now shared home. Knowing he'd beat the piss out of him, Sweet Pea opted for the next best thing, his bed and edibles and cheesy horror movies.

Coming to s stop in usual spot, Sweet Pea turned of the engine and sat in silence, pulling at her arms intertwined around his torso.

"Come on baby girl. It's cold tonight." His voice came out smaller than he intended, but he couldn't muster much more than what he did.

Hesitantly, Betty pulled her arms from his body, swinging herself from behind him on the bike. Standing silently under the lamp post, she waited for him to dismount.

"Hey." He said, bringing his warm fingertips to the cooled skin of her face, eyes finding each other in the dim light. "I'm not here for your body Betty, or what I can get from it, from you. I spent time watching you with Jones, the way he back burnered you, kept you at a distance. I want all of you. The good, the bad, all of it. I've never wanted someone more." Her hands managed to find their way up the front of his shirt. Her fingers tracing the planes of his torso, she'd done it before, but it was different this time somehow.

"I know Pea. I'm here for all of you too. I want what FP and my Mom never got. What they're desperately trying to get back. I'm here for the long haul." Her right palm was flat against his thrumming heart. She could feel the speed of it beating against her. "Why do you think I chose this spot? It runs deeper than being on that stage, than stripping down to nearly nothing to show my allegiance." On her tiptoes now, she left a kiss on his chin. Eyes never leaving his.

"Betty, I want you to…" swallowing thickly, he had to get the words out.

"You want me to wear you bite?" She finished the sentence for him. Sucking a deep breath, Sweet Lea regained his footing, pulling into him more.

"Will you be mine Betty? Will you wear my patch? And one day my bite?" His heart was hammering now. He couldn't believe he'd actually said the words to her.

A brilliant smile broke onto her face, her hands now on his back, pulling at him. "Yes Sweet Pea. I will be yours, I will wear your patch with pride and one day I will be your Old Lady." His stoick face broke into a massive grin. Picking her up. He spun her around, then set her back down in front of him. His lips crashed to hers, his fingers laced through her wild hair.

It was more than just a kiss, it was the x on the proverbial dotted line. They parted with a loud smack of their lips. Taking her hand his own, Sweet Pea tugged her up the stairs toward his door. It was barely open before kicked it shut, haphazardly locking the it without glancing at, for his lips had yet again found Betty's.

She pushed the shoulders of his leather down his biceps, he let it fall to his feet, doing the same to her jacket. Once leatherless, Sweet Pea found his hands wrapping around her thighs, bringing their position from standing to wrapped around his hips. She was impressed by his wordless demanding.

Having been in this apartment for almost a decade had its perks. Like knowing his way around in the nearly dark hallway, he found his room with no bumping or jostling of the sweet blonde he held flush to his body. Her lips were busy leaving wet traces down the column of his neck, across his clavicle and back up the other side of his throat. There were goosebumps erupting all over his body. She sent shivers up and down his spine, he wanted more, he wanted to reciprocate her seductive gesture.

"Jesus Betty, you're makin' me crazy. Let me at least turn the table lamp on." She slid down the front of his body reluctantly. Missing the heat that had built up between them, she sat on the bed, removing her boots.

With a flick of the switch on the base of the lamp, the room was illuminated. Betty sat cross legged, shoeless on his bed, looking at him expectantly.

"Come here Sweet Pea." laying down on his bed, his scent filled her nostrils. Her body craved his touch as she watched him remove his heavy leather boots, letting them fly behind him when he'd finally freed himself of their confines.

Tugging his shirt from his body by them hem line, he let that fall anywhere too. He wasn't interested in keeping things neat and tidy right now. He wanted to be rid of extra articles of clothing, so unbuttoning his jeans came next, sliding them down his muscled thighs, then past his knees allowing them to gather at his feet. Betty felt the collection of moisture increase between her leg. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, Sweet Pea watched her vehemently, mirroring her actions.

Stepping from his jeans on the floor, Sweet Pea kneeled on the bed in front of Betty reaching for her jeans button now. Before she could think of what to do next, he was tugging the material from her legs, tossing it somewhere behind him near the closet.

Feeling entirely overdressed for the occasion, she shed her top, throwing it over the side of the bed. Sweet Pea's mouth was agape when she rolled to her back again. Using her toes to slide her socks off, she never let her gaze leave his. In any other situation, she would self conscious of her depleting clothes, but she could only feel entirely wanted. It spurred her on to reach for Sweet Pea, to bring him closer to her, to feel his skin against her own.

Holding himself up with his arms on either side of Betty, he took in the girl's beauty. His eyes tracing the ridge of her nose, the natural arch of her brow, the way her cupids bow fit the tip of his thumb perfectly when he ran it across her pink lips.

"I want you Sweet Pea." She said, searching his face for apprehension, she found none.

"I want you too Betty, so very bad." Then his lips engulfed hers, tongues darting out to meet each other.

Betty's legs relaxed, opening wider for him, he nestled there between her thighs like he was always meant to be there. With one pump of his hips into hers, she found herself throwing her head back, mouth agape and the sound of her own moan filling the air between them.

Her fingers found their way to his backside, pressing into the cheeks of his ass, sending his hardened length, that was trapped beneath his boxers into her clothed wetness. She moaned again, this time with eyes opened, locked with Sweet Pea's.

"God you're beautiful Betty." Smiling at him she found courage to grind up into him. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering with pleasure. "Watch it baby girl. I'll ruin your pretty little panties." He said it as a warning, he was losing his composure with her wrapping her legs around him and her fingers pressed into his ass. It was all he could do to keep from tearing the little bit of cotton from her body and diving into her.

"I don't want them anyway." Her tongue snaked out, wetting his lips. Then his ear lobe was between her teeth whilst her tongue flick at it.

"Fuck, Betty." His hips involuntarily bucking forward.

"Mmm, I certainly hope so." She whispered to him, then she leaned up on her elbows, unclasping the hooks of her bra. He watched her intently, licking his lips with need. He wanted to see her and taste her and keep her here in his bed, naked for the rest of his days.

"Help me?" She was asking him to remove her bra. Betty Cooper was removing every article of clothing she had on in his bed, for him. He thought he might die. Maybe he was dead and this was his heaven. He'd take an eternity of making love to her if it were offered to him, no questions asked.

Taking the thin straps in his fingers, he tugged, freeing her breasts from their prison. He tossed the bra to the side of them, still not looking away from her face. Afraid she'd disappear and he'd wake up alone his bed with morning wood and no relief for his raging erection. He was so hard now, he couldn't imagine it ever going away.

"Touch me Sweet Pea. Please?" His eyes faltered, landing first on her lips, then to her perfectly peaked nipples. She was so much more than he'd ever imagined. He never really imagined his first time, so when she grabbed his hand and placed it over her breast, squeezing his hand with her own, he almost lost his shit.

"How did I get so lucky?" His lips were over hers now, he was done questioning whether this was real or not, whether he deserved this or not. Thrusting into her again, he swallowed her moan with one of his own. He pistoned his tongue into her mouth, feeling the ever increasing wetness through his boxers.

"Oh God Sweet Pea." Her toes curled with the pleasure of his warm fingers pinching her nipple, coupled with his erection rubbing her soaked sex, she needed more. "I want you, please Sweet Pea."

"Anything for you baby girl." He grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head to the side, exposing the column of her throat. His mouth was hot and wet over her pulse, she felt a new surge of wetness, not believing she could be any more wet. His hand abandoned her naked chest, diving beneath the elastic band of her panties, his fingers slipped through her folds, causing her to buck up into him.

Still holding onto her hair, he tugged her mouth back towards his own. She liked his dominance, how his tongue plunged into her mouth whilst his fingers circled her clit. Her body was aflame with pleasure. She grabbed purchase of his ass again, bringing him even closer to her.

"Take your boxers off." He did as he was told, missing the feel of her wetness on his fingers.

He was free of his clothes now, aside from the socks he was tugging on while he watched Betty take in his full naked form. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth again. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pastel pink panties, he tugged them from her body. His eyes roamed every peak and valley of her body, he couldn't help it when he took his hard length into his own hand pumped it a few times. Betty was mesmerized by the simple action. Placing her hand just above his, she tried it, tugging the head of his shaft, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, mouth lulling open.

"Oh shit, do it again Betty, please." He found her eyes now, mouth still open, she ran her hand over his length again. He pumped into her palm, licking his lips as he did so.

"You're perfect baby girl." Nudging her legs back open with his knee, he came to rest between her thighs, skin on skin from the tips of her toes, to the deep kisses he was applying to her heated mouth.

"Can I have you Betty? For real?" He asked her, only to hear the words fall from her pouty lips.

"Only if I can have you for real Sweet Pea. I want this, you." Searching her face again for hesitation, and again, he found none.

"I love you Betty." He readied himself at her opening.

"I love you too Sweet Pea." He kissed her with his entire soul, devouring her tongue and lips as she sheathed him in her heat. He tried so hard not plunge deeper into her, but she kept her heels on his backside, holding him to her. If she was in any pain she didn't elude to it.

"Are you alright baby? Do you want me to stop?" He was genuinely worried. He wanted to pleasure her, not stab into her like some overly hormonal twit.

"I'm adjusting to you inside me. Keep moving, it doesn't feel bad. She was breathless. Her hands holding his face and their eye contact assured him it was alright for him to enjoy her.

"You feel so good baby girl. So fuckin' good." Pulling out slightly, he thrust back into her, her mouth fell open. So he did it again, pulling out further this time. Sinking back into her, her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back slightly.

"Do it again Pea, just like that." He obliged her and she found herself getting impossibly more wet. "Keep going, please don't stop." Their eyes met, he rest his forehead on hers.

Running his palm over the flesh of her thigh, he took hold of her hip, venturing deeper inside of her. Her muling sounds becoming louder, grabbing onto his biceps for dear life.

"Oh fuck Sweet Pea." His motions quickened, he kept his hold on her with his right hand, and grasped the hair at the back of her head this time, tugging her head back a little harder this time, exposing her throat to him again.

"Oh yeah, my naughty girl. Such a dirty little mouth." He said what he was thinking, not worried about she'd think of him, it felt right either way. His mouth closed over the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He sucked and bit at the flesh there. Growing emboldened she met him thrust for thrust until she felt the slow burn from within her loins.

"Oh… oh God Sweet Pea… Oh my… Fuck!" With furrowed brow and fingernails scraping up his muscled back, Betty let herself loose, feeling the ripples of her orgasm flow through her body.

Sweet Pea had never seen a girl cum before. Sure he'd watched porn, but it wasn't really a goal to watch chicks cum. It was more to fuel his own orgasm, which it did, but this was something else. Betty was full on riding him to her own release. He was the source of her pleasure. When her walls crushed him within her, he almost died from how good it felt, but he needed to see her, to watch her cum on his cock. As her fingernails drew blood near his shoulder blades, his hands held her face to his own, he watched her eyes roll back, the way her mouth fell open as she spasmed over and over again on him. He could feel his own impending orgasm. His balls tightening, mouth opened to mirror hers. She opened her eyes again, finding him incredibly sexy in this moment.

"I'm gonna cum Betty, should I…" He didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Stay, stay right here. You feel so good. God, look at you." She smiled at him, she loved to see him feeling this with her.

"Oh fuck Betts, oh, uh…" Trying his hardest to keep eye contact, he lost his battle. He pulsed so deep inside of her, she pulled him closer to her, holding him in place.

Breathing deep, he tried to regain composure, it wasn't an easy task after what they'd shared with each other. His heart was beginning to slow and he could hear hers calming where he'd laid his head on her chest, avoiding her fresh tattoo.

"You're perfect, you know that?" He said, finally lifting his head from her body. She smiled at him, using her fingers to comb his hair from his eyes.

"I love you so much Sweet Pea." She kissed him softly.

"I love you too." the sound of Betty's stomach rumbling broke through their heavy moment.

"I always make you hungry." Sweet Pea leaned on his elbow, smiling his girl. "It never fails."

"Well, you make me work for it. I think shakes and burgers are in order, don't you?" Smiling at him, she let her hand trail down his chest to his stomach.

"You worked alright. You worked me good baby girl." She let out a giggle, he muffled it with his mouth. "Yeah, burgers and shakes it is. You can use my Mom's bathroom to clean up. There's towels and stuff in there. Here, wear this." Reluctantly, he pulled himself from her, liking the image of her beneath him far too much. Retrieving his discarded shirt, he shook it out before handing it to her

He was so fluid with his motions, she was almost jealous. His movements were precise and he looked so good while he made them. Taking the shirt in her hand, she stood up, wetness spilling from her as she did so.

"I'm going to go do that, like right now." Holding the bottom of the shirt to her while she raced from the room. Sweet Pea shook his head and laughed.

Picking up the pieces of clothing and laying them neatly on his bed save for one article, Sweet Pea took a clean pair of boxers from his dresser drawer, putting the light pink panties from the floor in their place. She'd be mad at him for a little bit, but she'd get over it.

By the time he'd finished getting dressed, he had several missed calls from Fangs and Toni. He shot them texts letting them know that they'd be on their way to Pops in a few and they could meet up.

Placing his phone in his back pocket, he met Betty in the hallway on his way to find the jackets they'd dropped upon entry.

"Hey there sexy. You should only be allowed to wear my shirts from now on. Nothing else." He winked at her.

"Then I'd never be able to leave." She thought about it for a moment. "Ah, I see how you are. You going to keep me in your bed forever?" She asked, weaving her arms around his waist.

"A guy can wish can't he?" Kissing her forehead, he wrapped her up in his large arms. "After that? Why would I want anything but you forever in my bed?"

"We need sustenance Sweet Pea, or we'll die." She smiled at him.

"Okay okay. Get dressed and let's get you fed. Maybe round two will wear you out." He winked.

"Round two? Seriously, already?" Her hand settled on her hip.

"Hell yeah baby girl. I'm addicted to you now. One hit will never be enough." Tilting her chin up with his bend finger, lightly he kissed her. She smiled.

"Hurry up, get dressed before I change my mind." Finally turning on the lights in the living room, he spotted her jacket on the floor behind the couch. Then his own just inside the door. He had barely slipped it on when he the shuffle Betty's feet on the carpet.

"Where the hell are my panties?"

"You said you didn't want them, remember?"