by Maia Starr
Chapter 3
KELLY PERKINS
I landed at the airplane terminal at six o'clock from Los Angeles. I took a taxicab straight into the heart of Manhattan to a very luxurious hotel that my husband to be, Commander Kasian Jade, had paid for. It was a great idea for me to stay the night since I was already arriving after sundown, and then making the trip the next morning refreshed and rested. I already had a long flight from Los Angeles to New York. I wanted to make a good impression when I met my husband to be; I wanted to look my best, not tired. It was nice of him to put me up in digs like these. I planned on changing into a formal dress and having a nice, expensive, gourmet meal alone. After all, food was my life—good food.
Then maybe I would take a luxurious bubble bath and have a beauty night with a clay mask and deep condition my hair. It would be like my own personal spa. I was very excited when I walked into the hotel lobby.
“You seem very happy. Haven’t seen a smile like that on a human female since I arrived on Earth; very nice,” I heard a very deep voice say.
I turned to see a very tall and gorgeous alien Drackon male leaning against the counter. He was so attractive, with brown hair and blue eyes, that he caught me off guard. I had never seen one this close before. He was very, very, tall. He winked and walked away from me into the lobby.
“How may I help you?” the desk attendant said.
“I’m checking in. Kelly Perkins,” I said as I looked at the desk attendant. The Drackon’s presence had left me breathless. I sort of took a peek over my shoulder to see if he was still in the area.
“Yes, Ms. Perkins, we have the penthouse suite all ready for you. Here is your key. Alexander, will you please take Ms. Perkins’ bags to penthouse three? Is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Perkins?” she asked with a very polite smile.
“Yes, actually. I would like to make a reservation for dinner at nine in your best restaurant,” I said.
“Absolutely. How many?” she asked.
“Just one, only me. Treating myself,” I said to her.
“Understood, Ms. Perkins. Reservation is made in our Red Room Restaurant. It is our best, for nine o’ clock. Would you like a reminder call to your room thirty minutes before?”
“No, but thank you,” I said as I grabbed my key and allowed the bellhop to take my bags and lead me up to my room.
The room was astounding. I tipped the bellhop and closed the door behind me. It was an amazing penthouse, bigger than my apartment in Los Angeles. I walked into a very large sitting area with massive windows that overlooked the city. I moved toward them and pulled the heavy blue drapes all the way open. It was then that I noticed they were actually French doors. I pulled them open onto a large veranda outside. There were tables and lounge chairs, all for me. I jumped up and down and then moved back inside. There was a large welcome basket and two bottles of champagne and strawberries. It was then that I noticed the pink envelope. I greedily opened it. It read “ – to my Kelly. Please enjoy these gifts in thanks you for agreeing to take a chance on me. Yours, Commander Kasian Jade.”
“Oh my! He’s such a romantic. I hope that he is everything I want him to be,” I smiled. Then I moved to the bedroom. I gasped. There was a large canopy bed with lace curtains. The antique vanity dressing area was perfect. Then there was the main bathroom; I say main because there was a half bathroom in the hallway between the bedroom and sitting room.
“Oh! It’s perfect!” I shouted as I ran in. The tub was so large, I thought I might be able to swim inside of it. Everything was made of white marble and chandeliers dangled from the ceiling. I twirled across the room. I went back to the main room and popped the champagne and ate a few strawberries. There wasn’t enough time to take a long bath, so I took my champagne into the bathroom and jumped in for a quick shower. Even the shower was incredible, with powerful water jets and aromatherapy steam. I could get used to this. When I was done with drying off, I poured another glass of champagne, and another, and another. Before I knew it, I was finishing off the bottle while brushing my hair. Oops, I said to myself as I felt very tipsy.
I put on a red silk dress and red heels and I felt like a million bucks. I brushed my hair into a slick ponytail on top of my head. I put on dangling silver earrings and bracelets to match. I wanted to feel like I was having a night on the town, even though I was only going downstairs.
I left the amazing penthouse and took the elevator down to the lobby. I secretly looked around for the gorgeous Drackon warrior that I had seen earlier. I knew that I was getting married soon, but there was no harm in looking. I walked into the restaurant and the host led me to my table. It was a very busy restaurant, but it was quiet and elegant, with candlelight on every table. A piano was being played in the corner and it was perfect and low key, yet still extravagant. It was very New York.
I sat down at the table and set the fabric napkin in my lap. I requested water and another glass of champagne from the waiter; I figured I might as well keep my buzz going to prevent me from setting into early hangover symptoms. Then I ordered a very indulgent meal of soup, filet mignon, sautéed vegetables and truffles, and a salad. I savored every single bite. I was truly in my element with the nice food. I really enjoyed cooking. Of course, I also kept the champagne flowing.
“Anything else, Ms. Perkins?” the waiter asked after he took my empty plate when I had finished the meal.
“Yes, New York cheesecake with dark chocolate,” I said with a smile. “And maybe some sort of rich chocolate coffee cocktail?”
“Absolutely, Ms. Perkins. We have a very nice Irish coffee with a shot of dark chocolate and the best whiskey all the way from Scotland,” he said with a smile.
“Yes, that sounds perfect, but could you make it a double?” I said, feeling very indulgent about my nightcap.
I dug into the cheesecake, and it did not disappoint me. As I licked the chocolate off the fork from the last bite, I realized that I was being watched. I looked toward the bar and I saw the Drackon warrior from the lobby. He was smiling at me. I felt so awkward and startled by his handsome face that I turned away from him quickly.
I put the fork down and drank from the coffee. Each time I looked into the mysterious Drackon’s eyes, he was staring at me. A piece of me enjoyed it, as I wasn't expecting any excitement like this for the night, other than really good food.
Then I did something risky. The next time we locked eyes, I batted my lashes and smiled at him. My heart began to beat so fast. It was exceptionally daring of me and I knew I was being such a bad girl. He grinned back. I was feeling flushed everywhere. I looked away and started to finish my coffee. I knew I should be getting back to the room to take a bath and relax. Tomorrow would be a big day for me. I looked up in order to ask the waiter for the check. Then I heard.
"May I sit with you, lovely lady?"
I looked up and into the blue eyes of the very tall Drackon, almost eight feet. It was him, the warrior that had been staring at me all night. It took me a few moments to understand that he was making a request to sit with me. It was just so bold.
"Yes, I assume that will be all right," I said timidly, stuttering over my words. I knew that I was being inappropriate, but there was no harm in a little flirtation—I thought.
He sat down, pulling a chair close to me. Then he gazed at me with such desire in his eyes that I felt like I was sitting there naked. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I felt my nipples growing hard, and under a silk dress with no bra, I knew that they must be visible. I was about to ask for his name in order to break the tension
The server brought the check over and I stated, “Would you be able to charge it to my room please? Penthouse three."
"No, please put it all on my tab. I am in penthouse one," the mysterious Drackon said to me, shocking me.
The waiter nodded his head yes to the Drackon.
"Thank you, but you don’t have to do that. Let me call him back over here to put it on my room tab," I said.
“No. No need; please allow me to do this for you and your lovely smile. It has been very enjoyable watching you enjoy your meal. I should at least apologize for doing such a thing as watching you, and also pay for your meal.”
“You’ve been watching me?” I asked embarrassed.
“Yes, I am sorry. I tried not too, but you looked so amused by the food, it was hard to take my eyes off of you.”
“That is really embarrassing,” I said.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Please have another… what is this? Coffee?” he said, picking up my coffee and inhaling it.
“It’s coffee and whiskey,” I said to him, embarrassed that I was indeed feeling very drunk at this point. The coffee helped to counter act the drowsy effect.
“Yes, very good,” he laughed. Then he stood up from the table and loomed over me and in a very husky seductive voice said, “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Ms.?”
“Perkins. Ms. Kelly Perkins,” I said to him. He smiled and walked away to the waiter. He signed something, which I assumed was the bill, and then vanished out of sight. The waiter showed up a minute later with another Irish coffee and said, “The gentleman ordered you another round. Have a good evening, Ms. Perkins; will there be anything else I can get you?”
“No, that is all, thank you.”
After an hour, I was plastered in my room, still wearing my red dress and heels. I had hit the minibar after returning to my room and found myself very, very, drunk. I kept replaying the strange encounter with the hot Drackon warrior in my mind. He was so attractive. I started to imagine myself enjoying his company. This was, after all, my last night as a free woman. Why not indulge myself in one last fling? I found myself imagining the Drackon warrior, whose name I didn’t even know, touching me. I moved my hand over my belly and then up to my breasts, touching myself. I was growing very hot and felt my nipples grow hard.
The knock at the door startled me and broke me out of my fantasy. Had I ordered room service and forgot? “Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s me. Your neighbor in penthouse one,” the deep, familiar voice said. I knew it was him instantly—the attractive Drackon warrior.
I stumbled a little as I moved to the mirror to check my appearance, and then I opened the door.
"Well, aren’t you a sight," he said as he took a look at me. I must have looked like a total wreck. “I was about to ask you if you wanted to join me for a night cap,” he said, holding up a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses, and then continued, “but it looks like maybe you have had enough. Are you all right?”
Many thoughts went through my mind. This was it. This was my chance to have one last hot, messy night before I was only allowed to be with one man forever; or I should say alien? What could be the harm in it? He was obviously travelling through the city or he wouldn’t be at the hotel in the first place.
“No, come in, please. One more drink won’t be so bad,” I said, moving aside letting him in. I had made up my mind; I was going to continue to treat myself. I knew it was wrong to do so in a room that my future husband had paid for, but in my drunken state, I didn’t even think of it. I was only thinking of myself and my last one-night stand of my single woman life.
He walked in and placed the champagne on the bar and poured us both a glass. He handed me one and clinked his glass on mine and said, “To Earth.”
“Yes, to Earth,” I responded. He drank and looked at me. I felt my heart beating very fast. He was wearing Drackon clothing which was a very tight grey material that covered his upper half of his body. His pants were also snuggly fitted to his body, and pushed into calf-high boots. It was very exotic and surreal to me. I wanted to stare at the bulge in his pants, but I was too embarrassed to. I didn’t know how to do this sort of thing.
But, he did. Boy, did he know how. "Do you need me, Kelly?"
“What? I… um… I…” was all that I could mutter out of my mouth. He took the glass from my hand and put it down along with his. Then he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. Then he asked me again, “Do you need me? Do you want me to take you? I won’t touch you again unless you give me permission to. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you want me,” he said in a seductive voice as he looked at me up and down.
“Yes. I do.”
“But you have to say it. Say you want me inside of you,” he said. My eyes grew wide. He was so damn sexy and overpowering. His sexual games were turning me on beyond belief.
“I want you inside of me. I need you,” I whispered. He smiled and came to me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard and with passion. I was lost in that moment.
He picked me up and carried me across the room. He plopped me onto the table. I moaned as he kissed me deeply; I could not get enough of him. His kisses moved down my neck as he devoured me. He couldn't kiss me fast enough. I wanted it badly. The moisture between my legs let me know that my body was already way ahead of me. He moved further down as he took my hand in his hand and extended my arm out to the side. He kissed my shoulder, dropping the strap of my dress down, and he growled. He kissed down my arm very slowly. He placed soft kisses down the length of it until his kisses were on top of my hand.
"Your hands are so small; very dainty. You are so dainty. I don't want to hurt you," he moaned between kisses.
"Don't hold back," I said to him, moaning and wanting him to take me, to ravage me.
He put my hand down to my side and kissed my breasts as his hands went to them, squeezing them and cupping them. He pulled the other strap on my dress down and peeled the entire dress down to my waist. Now I was topless! My nipples were hard and erect and he took each one into his mouth, licking and sucking. His tongue flicked my hard nipple. I leaned back a little and looked down so I could watch him. Watching him take my nipples into his mouth was so erotic to see; I could barely stand it.
He used his hands and his mouth to make pleasant massage work on my breasts. It was sensual, and yet messy and fast at the same time. This was my last time as a single woman, and I wanted to enjoy it. I would never again be able to have the freedom to have sex with anyone that I wanted. I was indulging myself. I considered it my own bachelorette party.
"Give me a night to remember, my Drackon warrior," I said to him. “This is my last night a free woman."
"Don't worry, you will never forget this night for as long as you shall live," he said between kissing my belly as he smiled. He moved further and further down until he was kissing the top of my thigh. His hands went down to my strappy heels and he lifted my leg up. He kissed the top of my foot. Then he pulled the high heel off of my foot and threw it on the floor. Then he did the exact same thing with the other foot. Then he put his hands on my ankles, and spread them wide apart. He looked up at me with his green eyes as he did so.
His forcefulness and aggressive moves were very hot to me. I liked that he was taking charge. I followed his lead as he spread my ankles wide and opened my knees and spread my thighs open. He groaned. Then with one hand on each ankle, he slid them up my calves, over my knees, and then to the top of my thighs, where he pushed my dress up to my waist.
"I'm going to taste you now, Kelly," he said forcefully. His words turned me on beyond belief. This stranger was so damn sexy, and although I had my share of one-night stands in the dating world, nothing ever came close to this. Then again, I had never ever been with a Drackon weredragon warrior. I was very excited to find out if all the rumors were true, those that women have spread all over Earth about their experience with them. I was about to find out. The stranger pushed his face between my thighs and then licked me in my center.
"Oh fuck," I whispered out the words as his tongue made contact with me. He slid it inside of me slowly and then pulled it out slowly. I was not expecting such a move. Then he moved his tongue, sliding up as though licking a popsicle, and then sliding down again. He did this over and over again, several times. I leaned back on my hands on the
table, trying to hold myself up. I picked up my knees in the air and laid one of my legs on his shoulder. He put his hand on that leg and rubbed it up and down. He continued licking and eating me over and over until I felt like I could not stand it anymore as he grazed over my clitoris, but never gave it the full attention. He was teasing me. He was holding back. It was working. I wanted to beg him for it with everything that I had.
"Are you ready to come for me, Kelly? I want you to," he whispered between licking.
"Yes, yes, yes," I whispered to him.
"Good," he said as he moved his mouth higher and pressed his lips onto my clitoris where he gently sucked.
"Oh yes!" I shouted.
He pressed his tongue on my clitoris up and down in pulsating movements that he alternated with gently sucking. He was definitely skilled and beyond any experience I had ever had like this. Then I couldn't hold out any longer, I felt the extreme building of tension go all the way through my body. The tension was concentrated on my wet center and I could feel the need to release. It was so intense that I almost felt like I was going to black out and faint as soon as it erupted. I released in a shuddering movement that vibrated through my entire body. I couldn't yell out the words that I was coming, because I couldn't even speak. It was like my mouth was stuck in a convulsion as I let out a soft grunt. I felt him move his tongue lower into my center as he drank of my sweet nectar.
