don't touch.

Sam was enjoying the arrangement and he wasn’t hiding it in the least. She was definitely growing to enjoy him as well, and that was quite pleasing to him too. “Good.” He said, before kicking back his drink with all his frat boy ability, proving he might have been a bit too good at drinking when it went down like water. He raised an eyebrow as she was quick to insist on a second one. He rolled his eyes a little, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, they’re on me tonight. But if you go on drinking too much, I might have to punish you for it later.” He warned her, though he was already thinking of the things he had in store for her the rest of the night. He took the next set of drinks, finish his as the same time he handed her to her. He wasn’t going to let her get ahead of him. As much as he wanted to be in total control, he also wanted a nice buzz as things got hotter.

An eyebrow expels upwards as she ask, “And how’s that?” Curiosity, but most of all humor in her tone. A relaxed, and for once, nice back and forth between them. Unlike her usual nature of laying it on thick when it came to unamused, and/or bitchy -- in his case specially -- she couldn't quite muster up the courage to do it, and at this point, she couldn't even blame it on the alcohol. Quickly, she took another one, face doesn't twist and squeeze with displeasure as much as the first time -- thankfully. "Another one.." she cleared her throat, lips pursing so a small, and some what controlled breath brushed past her lips. "Another one," she said this time in a voice that wasn't obviously still harboring the discomfort of the tequila running past her taste buds. "So, are you going to tell me why we drove way off campus to come to this crummy bar?" She looks around, noting it's a bit dim, dirty, and not to mention, the crowd wasn't exactly, young, or particularly good looking. A range of older men, to younger, more of the 'country folk' around here, but either way, not usually her style. Her head turns back to him, "Do you have some backwood cousins to come meet you here or something? And here I thought you came from a family of wealth, and prestige."

Sam watched her eye her breasts and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. He was getting used to her nuscances at this point and he wasn’t bothered by it. She was giving him that look and he was struggling not to wipe it off her face. “You want two drinks?” He asked, whispering into her hair. She smelled as good as she tasted and he placed a soft kiss on her neck. “You shouldn’t be selfconscious, you look so sexy.” He said softly, his voice almost a deep gravel at this point. “Come on, we’ll go inside and get you the drinks.” He said, gently nudging her towards the drinks. He got them inside without any trouble, and lead her to the bar, the men around her dispersing quickly to their own interests. He got the bartender’s attention, ordering shots for them both. He passed one to her with a smile. “This good enough, princess?”

He was a dweeb, she told herself in an attempt to not blush -- or worse, shiver, in response to his lips kissing her smooth skin. Instead she sighed, gulped, and tried to keep her back straight, and her knee’s locked. Although, the natural response was to let her knee's get wobbly so her back fell into his chest, and enable the slightest shimmy of her lips upwards into a smirk that expressed not only how happy it made her feel when he granted her with those small touches of effection, but how wet she got. This arrangment was becoming a problem she thought for the trillionth time that second week of them being attached in practically every way. She was....addicted? She wasn't sure, or better yet, she didn't want to admit how much she needed him, because it ranged from pathetic, to frightening. "Yes," she smiled gratefully and took it immediately. "Another," she said, without even looking at the bartendor, but keeping her eyes on Sam. "These are on you right? I couldn't bring a wallet, and it's a lot more fun if I'm drinking on your tab." She smirked, looking at him with a mischevious glint in her eyes.

Sam was still a bit disbelieving that he had Isabella at his beck and call whenever he wanted her. Of course, she probably had other opinions, but he was thrilled about it. He had control of her wardrobe, and she’d been good about following it, and she always managed to look like some kind of sex goddess with her body in perfect form. He almost liked her better with a small amount of clothing on, the slight mystery and knowing she was on edge and worried about it with every movement. Sam just wore a black tank top, leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans and he looked damn fine. He kept his hand around her possessively and protectively. As much as he liked eyes on her, she was still his but all means and he wanted people to know that. He glanced over at the brunette as she spoke softly. “What, are you cold?” He asked, a moment of softness as he pulled her close in front of him, his body pressed against her back, arms going over. Some of the other guys were there too, but Sam knew they’d probably be doing other things, all Sam could think about was how close her ass and his dick were at that point once more.

“Hm, let me check the forecast,” she joked, eyes looking down at her chest, “a little.” She tipped her head upwards to look him in the eyes, a small smile gracing her face. It was few and far between that her exquisite shell of cold, calm, and quite frankly, bitchy, cracked. It was a different route of the usual norm, so for that moment, her face was blanketed by her angelic features warmed by her full lips, curving into a smile; as she looked up at Sam. her nipples were hard, only slightly though, but if that was an excuse good enough to have him circling and holding her from behind, then she would run with it. She leaned into him, hands falling into his strong arms, and holding him close. “I want a drink tonight, no two – tequila preferably. Maybe I won’t feel so damn self-conscious in this dress you insisted on me wearing.” 

The first time | James and Jenny