Chapter 18: The Birthday Party
After some birthday cake, Sam proceeded to celebrate her birthday with whiskey and beer...as did most everyone else. Songs were played in her honor, although some were rather raunchy, but she laughed at the lyrics anyway. There was one song in particular that she liked that she wished she knew. It was called "One-Eyed Riley". She requested that song twice. There was dancing as well, and at one point, she asked for everyone's attention at one of the tables as she took her shoes off and climbed on top.
"So!" she yelled, decided to do something she saw in the movie Titanic. "You think you're big, tough men?" she asked, taking someone's cigarette and taking a puff from it. "Then let's see you do this!"
Sam lifted up her pants a little at the hem and rolled them up. She put her heels together, her turn out flawless, and outstretched her arms mildly in front of her. Yes, it'd been years since she'd done ballet, but Sam knew she still had the moves down...hopefully. Slowly she began to rise and soon she was on the balls of her feet. Now for the hard part. Sam put herself right on her tippy toes and she squeaked from the pain. Yep, this hurt, but she opened one eye to see people gawking at her feet. Now how long could she hold it for? Ah, cramp! She put her feet down flat and started giggling. People started clapping and she took bow, taking another drag of a cigarette that she'd taken from someone. "I haven't done that in years!" she shouted.
People laughed and Sam was called to do a few more moves. She stood on one foot, outstretched her arms, and lifted her other leg behind her. She put her foot back down then started twirling on top of the table over and over again. After that, she was done and she jumped off the table, taking another puff from the cigarette. More drinking ensued and eventually Sam found her way over to Arthur who was sitting on a log. She joined him with a bottle of whiskey and handed it to him, giggling as she did.
"So, how did you like my ballet performance?" she asked.
Arthur chuckled and took a swig of whiskey. "It was real impressive. How did you learn to do that?"
"Oh, I used to do ballet dancing."
Arthur handed her back the whiskey and laughed. "You're kiddin'."
"Nope, hehehe."
Arthur laughed again. "You sure are somethin' else."
"I know." Sam took another drink. Arthur took a cigarette out and lit a match with his boot. "How do you do that?"
Arthur lit his cigarette and grinned with it still in his mouth. "I dunno, you just do."
Sam giggled at him and he offered her a cigarette. She took it and he lit another match, then he lit her cigarette for her. Sam took a puff and sighed happily. "This is a good birthday party for me."
"I'm glad you think so."
Sam hummed and took a drink of whiskey before handing it to Arthur. "So, how did the grocery shopping go today?"
"Fine. We ran into some Lemoyne Raiders."
"Who are they?"
"I dunno, just some local gang."
"Did you shoot them?"
Arthur took a drink and nodded. "Yep. They tried to rob Mrs. Adler and me."
"Oh boy."
"Yeah."
"So..." Sam leaned in close. "Did Mrs. Adler shoot them too?"
"Yes."
Sam frowned. "I see. Well, guess she's...quite a woman, huh?" Sam asked, bowing her head.
"What do you mean?"
Suddenly Javier started playing a slow, romantic sounding song nearby and Sam looked into Arthur's eyes. "Well, she has no qualms about killing people. And I do."
"So?"
"Well, maybe you and her should date."
Arthur laughed and took a puff of his cigarette. "Is someone jealous?"
"A little."
Arthur and Sam's eyes locked on and Arthur frowned at her. "Sam..."
"I know I don't have a right to be, but god dammit...I can't help it. I like you a lot."
Arthur sighed and drank some whiskey. "And I like you a lot."
Sam blushed and grabbed the bottle. "No you don't."
Arthur grabbed her hand and looked at her hard. "I do."
Sam sighed and threw up her hands. "I bet you said that to Mary, too."
Sam went to get up but Arthur pulled her back down. "Can we not fight, please? And no, I didn't say that to Mary."
Sam waved him off and grabbed the bottle of whiskey to drink. "Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you're as stubborn as an ox."
Sam giggled and nodded, handing him the bottle and smoking her cigarette. "So I've been told on many occasion, Mr. Morgan."
Arthur chuckled and grabbed the whiskey as he finished his cigarette. "Sam, please. I promise that it was all innocent."
Sam eyed him suspiciously before deciding that she'd believe him. "Fine. I'll take your word for it."
"Thank you."
Sam finished her cigarette and sighed. "So, now what?"
"Well," Arthur looked around, stood up, and offered his hand to Sam. "Would you like to dance?" Sam smiled at him happily and got up, taking his hand and getting close to him. While Arthur put his hand on her waist, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. They started swaying slowly to the music that Javier was playing on his guitar, their free hands clasping to each other's palms. As they danced, they got real close and Sam shut her eyes, savoring Arthur's natural scent. God, he smelled so good. "What's wrong?"
"Hmm?" Sam asked, opening her eyes. "Oh, nothing's wrong. I was just, uh..."
Arthur must have noticed her reddening cheeks because he smirked at her. "Why are you blushin'?"
Yep, he noticed. "No reason."
"Sam..."
Sam rolled her eyes as he twirled her around. "You just smell fucking amazing, okay?"
Arthur cackled loudly. "I do not."
"Oh yes you do. I've been smelling you since Colter and you smell so god damn good."
Arthur wheezed out a laugh. "What do I smell like?"
"Like campfire smoke, pine trees, and on occasion, tobacco."
Arthur laughed again and pulled her closer to his body. "I see. And that's a good smell to you?"
Sam put her arms around his neck and leaned close to his ear. "Yes. This is clearly the alcohol talking right now but whenever I smell you, it makes me very, very wet."
Sam heard Arthur's breath stop when he paused the dance, placing a hand on her lower back. "God, woman, the way you talk..."
Sam giggled and kissed his ear lobe. "You don't like how I talk?"
Arthur growled into her neck. "I love the way you talk," he whispered gruffly.
To hell with it. Sam needed this man right now. She started laughing and pulled away from him, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "Do you now? Hmm...interesting."
Sam grabbed his hand and walked backwards towards her tent, using her free hand to give a "come hither" motion. Arthur followed her blindly with a big smile as she ambled towards her tent. "Where are we goin'?" he asked.
"Somewhere more private," she replied, pulling him to her and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't keep fighting my feelings, Arthur. I want you."
Arthur kissed her hungrily and directed her into the tent. They started tearing at each other's clothes and breathing heavily while Sam assaulted his mouth. She got his shirt off and started kissing his chest, then went down on her knees and began placing kisses on his navel. A low guttural growl and hands in her hair was his response. While she unbuttoned his pants, she looked up at him with a drunken smile. When his member came out, she grasped it in her hand and started licking the tip. God, he was huge. Arthur hissed and tightened the grip in her hair. Sam then gripped his testicles and started massaging them as her mouth enveloped his head and shaft, making Arthur groan. Already Sam could taste the saltiness of his precum and swallowed the small bit of it. She went at him for a while, bobbing her head back and forth at a slow pace and she took a small glance up at him. He was staring down at her with a grin.
"Jesus Christ, Sam..." he whispered. He tasted so good to her and she wanted more of him in her mouth. She did her best to take him all in, but she suddenly gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she said. "Sorry, but you're just so big and it's been a while since I've done this."
Arthur chuckled and leaned his head back. "Sam, I gotta...I need to be in you right now."
Sam slowly got up and kissed him. "Do you want to fuck me, Arthur?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"I want to fuck you."
Sam backed up and started unbuttoning her pants. She pulled them down, took off her shoes, and slipped out of her pants. Arthur got out of his own and he took off her shirt. He stared at her body for a moment before she slipped off her bra and panties. He seemed confused by her underwear and she giggled.
"Yeah, uh...this is the future of undergarments."
Arthur chuckled and pulled her into his arms after he slipped off his boots and pants. "You're so beautiful."
Sam blushed and bit her lower lip. "Oh stop, you handsome devil."
Arthur kissed her gently. "I'll never stop." He pushed her on the cot and forced her legs open as he crawled on top of her. Arthur planted kisses all over her neck and jawline and she moaned softly. Sam could feel him at her entrance and she bucked, trying to get him to go in. Arthur laughed and looked down at her. "Easy, cowgirl."
Sam snickered as she glanced up at him. "I'm sorry, but I want you in me."
"How bad do you want it, woman?"
Oh. Sam smirked at him. So he was a little dirty. She liked that. "I need it. I need you."
"You're gonna have to do better than that."
Sam whined and bit her lip as he kissed her neck. "My whole body is aching for it, Arthur."
"Say please."
"Please, Arthur."
Arthir shook his head with a cackle. "Beg for it, woman."
Oh, he was such a natural tease. "Please, fuck me!"
Arthur chuckled deeply into her throat. "That's my girl."
Arthur plunged into her wetness and Sam groaned out loudly. They went slow at first to pace themselves. Arthur wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply, but when he started going faster and harder, Sam could barely contain her mutterings and moans of pleasure. She raised her head back and cried out when he went very deep.
"Ah, sorry," he said.
"No, keep doing that," she growled.
Arthur did it again and she cried out again. "Like that?"
"Yes!"
Arthur kept doing it and Sam was being very loud, so Arthur kissed her so she could scream into his mouth. Pleasure started building inside of her and when Sam begged Arthur to go faster, he obliged her happily. Her climax reached its peak and washed over her, making her cry out long and hard against his lips. Arthur started grunting and groaning so Sam assumed he was going to come soon. He had to be, they'd been going at it for so long. He pulled out and Sam went for his cock, sucking on it to get his orgasm to hit him. Hot, sticky fluid flowed into her mouth and she swallowed it. Arthur and her were both sweaty and breathing hard when it was all over. They laid together on the cot and Arthur held Sam in his arms, both still trembling from the wonderful experience they'd just shared.
"That was so amazing," Sam uttered with content.
Arthur cackled with a nod. "It was. I haven't done that in a very long time."
"Me too."
Sam kissed his chest a few times before crawling out of the cot. "Hey, where are you goin'?" he asked.
"Getting dressed. We still have a party going on out there," Sam replied.
Arthur sat up and grabbed her body, pulling her to him. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Sam giggled and ran a hand through his hair as she looked down at him. "You're not?"
"No."
Arthur lifted her leg up to set her foot on the cot and he pressed his mouth to her womanhood. Sam yelped out and laughed as his tongue went into her slit, gliding about and tasting her. Sam leaned her head back and moaned softly as Arthur explored her. She put her hands through his hair and gripped tightly, guiding his head to the right spots. He put his hands on her outer thighs as he worked and soon Sam felt another orgasm start to approach. Her breath resumed its shallowness and moans erupted from her throat once more as she came undone again, her legs shivering from the feeling. Arthur looked up at her with a grin.
"That was quick," he whispered.
Sam nodded. "Once the first one comes, it's very easy to make me come over and over again."
Arthur raised a brow. "Really?"
Sam giggled. "Yup," she said with a mouth pop.
Arthur went back down and Sam gasped, not expecting him to do more. He made her come again and again and again until she she could barely stand, her legs feeling like jelly at that point. She sat on the cot and rubbed a hand through her hair as Arthur kissed her. "You ready to go back out?"
Sam chuckled breathlessly. "I may need a few minutes. I...my legs are jiggly right now."
Arthur looked down at her shaking legs and he laughed. "I'm glad I could please you."
"Ooooh, you certainly did."
Arthur got up and started getting dressed. After a few moments, Sam was able to stand upright and get dressed herself. Arthur poked his head outside and then turned and gave her a kiss. "Good, nobody is waitin' on us."
"You were expecting people to?"
"Well, yeah, with all the racket you were makin'."
Sam's jaw dropped and she smacked his chest. "Shut up."
Arthur pulled her in his arms and kissed her, chuckling into her mouth. "Hehehe. You're so feisty. Come on, let's go get even more drunk."
They two walked out of the tent cautiously, making sure no one was watching. "Wait a minute, why are we sneaking about? Are you ashamed or something?"
Arthur scoffed at her in amusement. "Hell no, woman. I just didn't know if you-"
Sam wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Arthur pulled her in close and Sam giggled against his mouth. "Damn right, you're not ashamed."
Arthur kept an arm around her and chuckled as they went walking back to the main fire. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey on the way and opened it, offering her a drink. Sam took it and drank a good sip before handing it back to Arthur.
"Well well," Dutch said as the two walked by. "Where did you two go off to?"
Sam grinned. "It wouldn't be polite to say."
Arthur almost spit out his drink and started laughing. Dutch laughed as well and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Well, it's about damn time!"
Sam giggled and gave Arthur a kiss on the cheek before going off to spend time with the girls.
