Sam gets a little drunk and Martouf/Lantash learn something about Tau'ri bars.
Warning: explicit sex
It was early evening when they got back to the hotel. They had eaten a light dinner, not feeling particularly hungry after their picnic. It had been a warm day, so they had taken a quick shower each.
“What do you say we take that drink now? The one we didn’t get to have Monday, since dad called - or yesterday, for, ah, other reasons.” She smiled, feeling herself blush a little.
Lantash looked at Sam, wearing a black dress with spaghetti-straps. He smiled, clearly appreciating what he saw. “Oh, I remember why we didn’t get to the ‘bar’ yesterday... it was because we mated. It was wonderful, and to be honest, I’d much prefer doing that again.” He pulled her to him.
“Ah, don’t worry, I’m not going to say no to that - but I still think it would be nice to have a drink or two also.” Sam kissed him, then managed to twist out of his grip. “Are you coming?”
Lantash raised one eyebrow, considering whether to catch her again and drag her to the bed - he was quite sure he could make her not mind - or accept her challenge, and go have a drink first. He decided to follow Martouf’s suggestion, and nodded at her, an inscrutable expression on his face . “Yes, Samantha. We shall do this your way.”
Sam smiled and shook her head slightly at him, before leaving the room, with him following.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Um, just give me a beer - no wait,” Sam said, seeing what the young woman sitting beside her was drinking. “Give me a,” she searched for the name, not having been out drinking with anyone but her teammates since - forever. “Um, Pińa Colada.”
The bartender nodded. “And you?” She looked at Martouf.
“Ah, just give me the same,” he said, having no idea what else to say.
The bartender returned shortly with their drinks, and Sam immediately took a large swallow of hers, while Martouf only sipped his.
“I plan to get you drunk and have my way with you!” Sam whispered, giggling a little. She was feeling happy, and a little silly, but decided she had the right to some fun.
Martouf raised his eyebrows. “I do not believe you shall succeed, at least not if you keep drinking alcoholic beverages at that speed. I will not get intoxicated easily. In fact, it will likely take several times more than what you are likely to imbibe, to even get me, ah, tipsy. Unless, of course, we are drinking something far stronger than this, or Lantash decides not to filter it, in which case we will only be somewhat more resistant to its effects than a normal human male.” He took another drink. “Of course, your plans for ‘having your way with us’ sounds quite interesting, so perhaps we shall allow ourselves to become inebriated.”
“I’m happy you think so.” Sam smiled at him. She had barely swallowed the next sip, when her telephone rang. “Damn!” She looked at it. “I better answer this.” She left to go outside the room and talk somewhere quieter.
When Sam had been gone for almost five minutes, the young woman who had been standing nearby, drinking a Pińa Colada, approached Martouf/Lantash.
“I see your date left you, may I buy you a drink?” She smiled, seductively at him, and licked her lips. It was obvious she appreciated Martouf’s appearance - and also that she was more than a bit tipsy.
Lantash reminded Martouf that a ‘date’ could be used to mean a partner, usually romantic, that one shared an activity with. Thus, the woman would be talking about Samantha.
“Thank you, that is very kind of you, but she only left to take care of an important telephone call. She will be back,” Martouf answered, politely.
“So polite! A gentleman, defending her honour!” The woman smiled, wider, and patted Martouf on the arm. “She doesn’t deserve that, honey. A phone call! Pfft. I’m sure it was from another man, and she’s right now deciding if you or he will spend most money on her!”
“While the surmise that the caller is a man, is almost certainly correct, I do not believe Sama... Sandra, would have these considerations, for one, she is the one paying for me, not the other way around.”
“Well, in that case, you won’t mind if I buy you a drink and keep you company until she - perhaps - returns?” She winked at him. “My name is Laila. What’s your name?”
“Well, Marty, what would you like to drink?”
“I do not know what their selection is.”
Laila turned to the bartender. “Two Cosmos.” She smiled at Martouf. “That’s Cosmopolitans, you know. Where are you from, sweetheart?”
Martouf hesitated. “Ah, I am from...”
“He’s from Canada,” Sam said, walking back into the room and hearing the last of the conversation. She looked sternly at the other woman.
“Oh, you’re back.” Laila looked unhappy.
“As you can see, she had not left,” Martouf informed her. “Laila believed you had left to, ah, evaluate whether some other man would... uh, spend more money on you, I believe she said?” He looked at Laila for confirmation.
Laila rolled her eyes. “Are you sure he’s not from Mars instead of Canada?” She shrugged. “You’re cute, though, even if you’re a little strange.” She patted him on the shoulder. “Take your drink - and if you change your mind, I’ll be in room 415.” She winked at him, took her Cosmopolitan and washed it down, then left, a little unstable on her legs.
“Um, ‘Laila’?” Sam asked, questioningly, looking at Martouf. She shook her head. “You do know she was hitting on you, right?”
“‘Hitting on me?’” Martouf frowned. “I assure you, she only patted me on the shoulder... and on my arm, earlier. She did not hit me.”
Sam giggled, unable to keep up her attempt at anger. “Oh, Martouf... I mean, Martin...” She giggled again. “It means she was, ah, trying to seduce you.”
Martouf nodded. “Yes, we suspected as much. Do not worry, she would not have succeeded. We love you.”
“Good. Besides, it was only my dad who called, to tell me he and Anise were taking the Colonel back to, ah, their home. So, drink your Cosmopolitan.” Sam turned to the bartender. “Two Mai Tais.”
“Coming right up.” The bartender grinned, obviously enjoying the little drama. She sent Martouf an appreciative glance. “So, the ladies are fighting over you and buying you drinks. Must be nice.” She mixed the drinks and put them in front of Sam. “So, tell me, is he as gorgeous as he looks like?”
Sam blushed, and whispered. “Oh, more.”
“Lucky you!” The bartender threw another look at Martouf.
They had drunk quite a few more cocktails, with Sam insisting Martouf and Lantash try several different ones - Daiquiri, Mojito, Long Island Ice tea, Blue Hawaiian... Sam was starting to get fairly drunk, but Martouf seemed unaffected.
“Perhaps you should not drink anymore, Sandra, or you will feel sick tomorrow,” Martouf said, worriedly.
“I’m not that drunk!” Sam insisted, licking her lips as she looked at him. “You look gorgeous do you know that?”
“Thank you, Sandra.” Martouf smiled widely. “I am very pleased you think so.”
Sam picked up a maraschino cherry from her drink, and slowly sucked on it, allowing it to pop in and out of her mouth a couple times, while looking at Martouf. “Well, if you think I’m getting too drunk, then perhaps it’s time to switch to shooters.” She smiled, “I think I’d like an ‘Orgasm’, but perhaps I should start with a ‘Blowjob’? Yes, I think I should.” She looked at Martouf, who had gotten a very surprised expression on his face.
“Ah, Saman... Sandra?” He continued, in a low voice, “Uh, I very much concur, but here? I thought the Tau’ri were, ah, private about such matters.”
Sam giggled, then whispered into his ear. “It’s names for shooters... a kind of drinks...” She licked his ear, making him gasp. “But later we’re going to switch to the real thing...”
The bartender grinned at them. “For both?”
“Sure, give us one of each - both.”
“Coming right up.” There were few people left in the bar, and the bartender quickly set to mixing, soon placing two small shooter glasses in front of both Sam and Martouf/Lantash.
“You’re supposed to drink it like this,” Sam insisted, and placed her hands behind her back, then leaned down and picked up the glass with her mouth, before tilting her head back and emptying - most - of the drink into her mouth. She put the glass down and slowly, sensually, licked away the cream that escaped and sat here and there around her mouth. She used her finger to remove some, then suggestively sucked the finger into her mouth, all the while looking at a wide-eyed Martouf.
Sam had barely gotten the door to their hotel room unlocked, when Martouf pushed her inside, shutting the door after them and pushing her against it, kissing her wildly.
He began tearing at her clothing, pulling the dress over her head and throwing it aside, before pulling at her bra.
Sam giggled, and tried wiggling out of his grip. “Patience, sweetheart...”
Martouf’s eyes flashed as Lantash came fore. “ Patience! You have been teasing us and enticing us the whole evening, and now you want patience? You want our passion, and you shall have it, Samantha! We want to mate with you! Now!”
“Oh, I want your passion, but I don’t want to mate - yet! There’s something else I want first...”
She gently pushed him over against the wall, and Lantash relented, letting her, intrigued enough that he managed to reign in his lust. For the moment.
“Please, show us, then. I warn you, though, I am not feeling particularly, ah, patient!”
Sam giggled again. “Don’t worry, I will make it worth your while. I am sure you will like it... actually, I remember from Jolinar that you do...” She pushed his shirt up so she could get to his naked chest, and began to kiss and tease his nipples.
Lantash made a sharp intake of breath and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations as Sam caressed his chest, and licked and sucked at his nipples until they were hard. Satisfied, she slowly kissed her way down over his stomach, and reaching the top of his pants, she unbuttoned them and pulled them down.
Kneeling in front of him, she cupped his hard erection through the material of his underpants, squeezing and stroking gently with one hand, while using the other to knead his butt. Peeling off his underwear, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his shaft, making Lantash gasp.
Martouf asked for control, and Lantash gave it to him.
He groaned softly and threaded his fingers through her hair, as she closed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly slid it inside her mouth. Sam twirled her tongue around the tip, then took him deep inside, sucking gently, then increasing the pressure as she began sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She used one hand to fondle the part of his cock not in her mouth, the other hand to cup his balls, caressing them gently.
Martouf gave a soft hiss of pleasure as she expertly licked and sucked his manhood, sending jolts of pleasure through him, causing him to buck forward, attempting to thrust himself deeper into her mouth.
Sam smiled around his shaft, pleased with his reaction. She remembered quite a lot from Jolinar about what he liked, and she was going to use that - and everything she knew herself - to make sure he enjoyed this as much as possible.
She closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, he was large, but she managed to take him all the way inside for a moment, making him groan deeply, and buck his hips. She pulled back, licking slowly all along his length as she did so, then ending with a kiss at the head. She let go for a moment and looked up at him, giving him a smile that made him catch his breath.
Sam took his cock in her mouth again, and sucked and licked at the top. She felt herself grow wet and very aroused from listening to his sighs and groans. It was so very tempting to get up and pull him to the bed, mounting him, riding him hard... she moaned around his shaft and slipped a hand down to touch herself.
Determined, she continued pleasuring him this way, quickly driving him wild with lust. Unable to stop himself, Martouf whimpered, grabbed Sam’s head, and thrust forward. “Samantha... I can’t... hold back...” He thrust against her again, then gave control to Lantash, hoping his symbiote would have greater control.
Lantash forced himself to let go of Sam’s head and clenched his hands into tight fists. He looked down at her as she swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft, then slowly slid down his length, keeping her lips tight around him. Letting him slip back out, she again sucked at the tip, then took him inside again, this time swallowing him whole, and keeping him enveloped in her mouth and throat for several moments.
He made a hoarse sound and flashed his eyes, threading his hands through her hair, trying desperately to not just fuck her mouth the few strokes it would probably only take before he came.
Fortunately, she pulled back and he regained a semblance of control - until she gave him a naughty smile and winked at him. His breath hitched and he moaned as she again wrapped her lips around his shaft. “Sa... Samantha... stop! I’m going to... come, if... if you don’t... stop...”
Instead of stopping, she increased her speed and pressure as she slid his cock into her mouth again and again, simultaneously using her hands to fondle his balls and ass. It took very few moments before Lantash cried out and pushed forward, coming hard while Sam kept her lips tight around him. She swallowed, then licked a few escaped drops from the top of his cock, winking at him. He gasped, and shuddered against her, before grabbing her arms and pulling her up to him, kissing her hard.
“So, am I to take it you liked what I did?” Sam asked, mirthful.
“Very much. You are very talented, my beloved Samantha.” Lantash kissed her again, then lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. “Now, please allow Martouf and I to return the favour.”
“Oh, I would like that,” Sam said, swallowing as she saw the passionate expression on his face. ”I would like that very much...”
She gave a soft squeal as he pushed her down on the bed and immediately began using his hands and tongue to pleasure her.