Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Twenty Four

With Jughead long gone, FP pulled Seline to the side of the Whyte Wyrm with a warm kiss. His hands ran up her skirt, freely groping and petting her without the thought of who would see them.

Seline could barely keep up, having to part from FP's lips to catch her breath. Her hands gripped at the man's jacket, her leg hitching up his thigh to get as close to his warmth as possible.

The pair barely said anything about what had just happened, more enveloped in one another than the crumble of FP's family.

"FP," Seline said, her voice a sultry purr as the older man nibbled on her earlobe.

She conformed between his body and the wall, more of a rock and a hard place, and curled an arm around the back of his neck.

"We can't stay out here." Seline's fingers clenched into FP's shoulder the further his fingers crept up her inside thigh.

"I though we had some unfinished business," FP muttered, gently hiking up her skirt past her bare hips. Her skin was greeted by the brisk air just as the older man's fingers gently slid into her.

Seline bit back a moan, turning herself further into FP, "That's true." She gave him a breathy chuckle as one of her hands braced the brick wall.

"Keep going," She whispered, pulling FP closer with a kiss.

Their lips brushed against one another's until the door opened with a slam. FP growled, turning to look at the person who interrupted them. His fingers slipped back down Seline's thigh, eyes narrowing at Joaquin walking towards the line of bikes.

"Ignore him," Seline said into FP's ear, "he's not paying attention anyways."

The older man grinned, then chuckle, leaning in to kiss Seline again. "I'm taking you home. And I'm not kicking you out this time."

"That's all I want." Seline tugged her bottom lip in teeth, her eyes glancing down to FP's plump lip and back up to his eyes.

The older man pulled away from Seline long enough for her to fix her skirt and he slowly slithered his fingers into his own mouth. "Tastes like cherry."

"You're a pig," Seline teased, pushing the man off and walking to his truck. "Where's your bike, anyways?"

"Where's yours?" He quipped jokingly, patting his pockets for his keys. Joaquin turned to watch Seline throw open the passenger door of the truck, then rushed to FP.

"You left some things upstairs. Didn't think you'd want to miss them." He held his hand out for FP to take the keys and Seline's phone.

"She won't be needing this tonight." FP winked to his protege as he pocketed the device then snatched the keys. "You hold the fort down, alright? Make sure ole' Mustang doesn't go after that absinthe. We don't wanna bail him out tomorrow."

Joaquin nodded, waiting on the sidewalk of the bar as FP climbed into his truck. Seline gave the boy a soft smile then waved at him. FP scoffed at the girl and leaned over to line her neck with his tongue, almost like a sense of marking.

"Don't bother with him, he's batting for the other team."

Seline turned to the man as he started up his truck, pulling her knees up to sit on them. "Good for him. The men here are so delicious."

She leaned over to nibble at FP's ear. The man stopped in gearing his truck out of park and almost whimpered at the feeling. "All of 'em?"

"Maybe one more than the others."

FP and Seline barely made it out of the Whyte Wyrm parking lot before pulling off to the side and putting the truck in park. He reached for the bench seat handle, shifting it back to give them some room.

Seline climbed into FP's lap, curling her arms around his neck and catching his soft lips in a kiss. Her hands slowly tugged the man's jacket off while FP worked on his own pants. It felt rushed, seeing as how close they once were before Jughead interrupted them.

Seline almost suspected the man to stop her, claiming that he'd have to talk to his son or needed to patch things up with his wife, but it melted away with his hot touch. FP pulled his pants down far enough to free himself, just as Seline waded up her skirt to sink down on him.

Her teeth tugged softly at his bottom lip then nuzzled her nose in his neck as his member slid inside her. Seline reached out, her hand pressing against the glass, and FP's nose traced along her soft jaw before running his tongue across her skin.

The two barely shifted, waiting a moment with the feeling of themselves enveloping the other, before Seline worked up a pace. She rutted her hips against FP, pulling back from him to look down at their physical connection.

The rugged man's mouth felt agape, shifting to accommodate the Lodge girl. His hands reached out to paw at her body, grasping, groping and finally undressing her. FP dragged his lips along Seline's jaw as she continued to rut against him.

He ran his rough hands over her soft skin before running his fingers in her hair. Seline moaned against him, pulling herself closer into FP as a heat crept up her back.

The two breathed heavily into each other, fogging up the cab of the truck until a knock at the driver's window interrupted.

"Getting tired of this," Seline said into FP's shoulder, hiding her face in his neck.

"Sorry, hon, give me a second." FP reached to roll down the window just enough to show the sheriff's face. "Sheriff Keller."

"Forsythe," Keller began, lifting his flashlight to shine in the man's face. Seline kept her face away from the light, curling an arm around FP's nape. "You doing okay here?"

"Yes sir, just..." FP barely looked down before coughing out an excuse about his girlfriend having something in her eye. "I was just trying to get it out for her."

Sherrie Keller seemed to catch on with a slow nod, "Alright. Well, you two should get off the road. It's a hazard." He stepped away from the window, "You have a good night FP. Miss."

FP raised a hand to wave the sheriff off as he tilted his hat. FP rolled the window back up with Seline pulling away from his neck with a hum.

"The thrill of being caught..."

"Hush." FP grabbed the back of Seline's neck and pulled her into a sloppy kiss.