by Lexi Archer
I shrugged. I guess it couldn't be helped.
She drew a few eyes as we walked over to the elevators. Keith wasn't staying in the same hotel as us which necessitated this walk. He was in a giant blue monstrosity with reflective windows that had been built for a big football game a couple of years ago or something, but now it was just another tourist destination. One of the nicer ones, and so I could understand why he'd be staying here. I figured the A-list types attending these conventions only got the best considering they were one of the biggest draws.
We got into the elevator and luckily no one tried to climb in behind us. We had a little spot of trouble in the elevator back at our own hotel where some guy had been eyeing my wife close enough to realize what she was wearing underneath the robe. And that had prompted an awkward moment where we had to tell him to get the hell away from her in no uncertain terms. After that we'd been a little more careful, prompting the need for me to make sure rooms were mostly clear before we crossed them.
The elevator closed and I breathed a sigh of relief. Kate looked up and smiled. A definitely nervous smile, but so sexy for all of that. And I wondered if I was going to have that to look forward to for the rest of our marriage. That mixture of nerves and sexiness that was so hot as she thought about what she was about to do. As I thought about what I was about to watch her do.
I shivered just thinking about it.
"So are you going to back out? You still have time," I said.
The smile on my face made it clear I was bullshitting. It was an echo of what I'd said yesterday, but there was no way I actually meant it today. Not after everything that had happened. No, I knew we were committed to this no matter what. I knew there definitely wasn't going to be any backing out when it was Keith Trent who was about to have fun playing with my wife.
"Very funny," she said in a tone that indicated it was anything but. I smiled and leaned in to kiss her, a quick peck because I didn't want to ruin her makeup or her lipstick.
Kate looked absolutely radiant. One of the reasons why it had it taken so long to get up here was because it had taken her so damn long to get ready. Not that I could fault her. I'd probably over think things too if I had a chance to get with, say, Sierra Knight.
Yeah, even radiant didn't begin to describe just how fucking gorgeous she looked. Her makeup was done perfectly. She'd spend forever on her hair getting it to look exactly like Sierra's did in that scene. Apparently she was absolutely serious about reenacting that to the best of her ability.
The costume was the same, but there was something about the way she held herself. There was something about the glow coming off of her that added to the sexy. She was exuding sultriness. The temptress from yesterday with those college guys, ***the seductress with that girl in the costume booth, was back in full force, and I loved it!
The elevator opened and we found ourselves in a hallway that only had two doors on either side. Your average hotel floor had thousands of doors if not more, but this was reserved for apparently this one was reserved for just two giant rooms considering the hotel wasn't any smaller at this height than at any other level. I glanced at the suite that wasn't Keith's. I glanced long and hard. There was only one other A-list celebrity from the Dragonfire miniseries who could possibly be staying at the hotel. If Sierra Knight was here then she was probably behind that door considering she hadn't made an appearance at the convention center today.
"Are you there honey?" Kate asked.
I shook my head. "Sorry, just thinking about how Sierra Knight's probably on the other side of that door," I said with a sheepish grin.
Kate rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Didn't you hear she wasn't at the convention today? Chances are even if she is behind that door she's probably puking her guts out or something equally unsexy." Kate paused for a moment and looked at me. "I hope to God that the idea of her puking her guts up is unsexy. Please tell me the idea of a woman puking her guts up is unsexy, because I'm willing to go to a lot of places for you but that's…"
She was babbling. She was getting out of control. It was something she did when she was really nervous, and why shouldn't she be really nervous right now? So I put a finger up to her lips, another one of our universal marriage symbols to get her to be quiet when she was getting out of control.
Kate smiled and blushed just a little. At least I think she blushed. It was hard to tell with the way she was made up to have her natural blush accentuated.
"Sorry," she said. "I guess I was getting a little out of control there, wasn't I?"
I grinned. "Just a little."
While she was having an attack of word vomit we'd made our way over to the door for Keith's suite. Only to my surprise it opened before I could even knock and he was standing there. I heard Kate's breath catch.
"Damn," he said as he looked her up and down.
"I could say the same for you," Kate said.
It was as though he'd stepped right off of the screen and into reality. He wore a suit that was very similar to the outfit he had in the television series. Actually, as I looked a little more closely it seemed like he was actually in the suit he'd worn in that infamous scene. I wondered if he had a copy of it made or if it was the real thing.
"I get this for conventions in case they want me to make an appearance in character or something," he said. "You'd be surprised how often that happens."
Kate was speechless. Keith held out a hand and she took it and he pulled her into his suite. I followed, looking around and whistling at the digs. They were pretty nice. I made a note that I should definitely try for a second career as an A-list Hollywood celebrity if my current job in financial planning ever fell through. Because it certainly looked like it was a fun gig. At the very least the perks were pretty damn nice!
"You like?" he asked.
"It is a pretty damn nice!" I said. "Do they put you up in places like this all the time?"
He shrugged. "Usually. I figure I might as well enjoy it while I'm still on top of my game."
I was surprised a guy like him would have a such a circumspect view of his celebrity.
"Are you kidding? You're one of the biggest stars on TV!" Kate said.
He shrugged again. "Being a star today doesn't mean anything tomorrow," he said. "So I figure I'll enjoy the ride while I can and sock away as much money as possible while I'm making the big bucks."
"Sounds like a good plan," I said. "You know I hate to talk about business at a time like this, but I'm in financial planning. Maybe later we could go over some of your stuff and make sure all that money lasts for the rest of your life?"
Kate shot me a look and rolled her eyes. She always thought it was ridiculous how worked up I got about my job, but what can I say? I enjoyed numbers and it had helped to provide a pretty comfortable living for us so far. Including affording that costume and the tickets that got us to this moment where she was about to have one hell of a good time with her biggest celebrity crush!
Keith grinned. "I might take you up on that offer." His gaze turned to Kate. His eyes ran up and down her body and I shivered at his close inspection. "But for now, I think I want to take you up on your initial offer…"
There was a moment of awkward silence as the three of us looked at one another. Finally Keith cleared his throat and looked between the two of us.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I've had lots of propositions before, but this is a first. How exactly does this work?"
I shrugged. "Just pretend I'm not here and do what comes natural."
Keith shrugged and looked at me, then back to my wife. And then he sprang into action.
19: Action!
The room itself was huge. There were giant floor-to-ceiling windows on one side that looked out over the city. There was also what looked like a whirlpool hot tub off in one corner looking out through the windows. There were doors on either side of the room, though I had no idea which one was the bathroom and which led to his bedroom. There was a massive impossibly fluffy white couch in
the center of the room facing those windows.
Something in Keith's face changed. Gone was the smile. Gone was the friendly demeanor. He suddenly looked more intense. More demanding.
He wasn't Keith any longer. He was in character. A powerful man who could transform into an even more powerful dragon whenever he wanted to. A man who commanded his city, a man who could burn anyone who stood in his way both literally and figuratively.
Was it just a little ridiculous? Yeah, probably. Then again, believability and realism weren't exactly hallmarks of the modern fantasy genre whether we're talking books or television.
"I noticed you from the first moment at the ball tonight," he said.
Kate looked away, a flush rising to her cheeks. I wondered if that was acting ability or if she really was embarrassed. For a moment it was as though I was watching the scene. Of course I was in the middle of a hotel suite, but still. It was that close to the real thing.
"I don't care if you noticed me," she said. "I hate you. All of you."
He moved forward and his hand came out. He ran his fingers under her chin, pulling it up so her gaze was even with his. "You hate all of us? But this is your lineage. Your heritage. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."
Kate pulled away from his grip and his eyes narrowed. "I don't care. I hate you. I hate all of you!"
He laughed. It was a low rumbling laugh that was just as menacing in person as it had been on screen. I was impressed by his abilities. Then again there had to be more to his acting abilities than looking good with his shirt off if he was going to maintain people's interest on one of the most popular shows on television. Sure looking good with no shirt on helped, but still.
He moved around behind her, trailing his finger along her neck the entire way. Kate closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She shivered and it was as though her entire body was shuddering under his touch. I found myself and shivering in turn on watching her get so aroused just from a light touch.
Keith had been subtly repositioning her so they were in front of that massive couch, and so I decided to go ahead and take a seat. I wanted to be comfortable while I watched the show, even if I knew all of the beats from this particular forbidden dance considering all the times Kate had insisted we watch the scene. Over and over again.
He reached down and inhaled, grabbing a string of her hair and running it past his nose. It was an exaggerated sniff, what you might expect from a man who was actually a giant dragon in human form, but somehow he made it look less ridiculous.
"You might try to resist, but you have to know there's no resisting a Dragon Lord," he said. "Once I decide I want something, I get it."
A smile played across Kate's face. It was decidedly not in character, and completely at odds with the expression of terror on Sierra Knight's face in this scene, but at the same time I couldn't blame her. I'd have a goofy grin on my face too. Actually, I did have a goofy grin on my face as I watched my wife playing out this scene with Keith.
"I will never submit to you…" she said.
He growled. He twirled her around and her hair went flying. His hands moved around her body, one around her shoulders and one cupping her ass as he pulled her against him. She let out a delighted gasp and then his mouth descended on hers. They were kissing and the only sound to fill the room was the sound of their lips smacking together. The sound of their tongues dueling with one another. The swish of clothing as his suit rubbed up against her bare skin and occasionally grazed against the plastic from her costume.
When he pulled away she was breathing heavily and looking up at him with wide eyes. Wide eyes that seemed just a little surprised. That hadn't been in the script. And yet at the same time she didn't seem to be complaining.
"I… Uh… The scene…"
Kate swallowed and then her eyes lidded as she stared up at him.
"Oh fuck it!" she said as she went completely off script and her hands snaked around his neck. As she pulled him down for another kiss and once more their lips were coming together. Once more their bodies became one as they pressed against one another.
His hands were all over my wife. Running up and down her slim body. The plastic from her costume was making a racket, and it was so damn sexy as they devoured one another's bodies. As he ran his hands all over her.
He pushed her back and I realized he wasn't pushing her back towards the bedroom. No, he was moving straight for me. And as they moved towards me I saw him glance at me and wink, and I realized that must be entirely intentional. He was pushing my wife towards me on purpose.
They landed on the massive semicircular couch, luckily it was big enough to accommodate both of them, and I was treated to a front row seat with them right next to me making out. He was pressed against her, and I winced as I heard what sounded like plastic cracking. I prayed that wasn't actually the sound of the costume breaking. Because otherwise she was going to be really pissy once she came down from whatever high she was feeling from having Keith Trent pressing against her like that.
That quickly left my mind as I watched them though. It was such an entrancing sight. They were moving so slowly, and yet with such urgency. His strong hands were running over her taut stomach, her hands were down at his shirt pulling up and revealing his muscular body.
The guy looked just as good in person as he did on the screen. This definitely wasn't one of those cases where a guy had a little bit of help from the makeup and CGI departments to look good.
Kate gasped as his muscles came into view. She licked her lips as she looked him up and down with the same sort of appreciation that he'd been giving her since he first laid eyes on her. It was so fucking hot watching my wife getting so fucking hot watching him. She pulled his shirt up and he obliged lifting his arms. Her breathing was picking up, and she was practically panting as his ripped body came into view. I didn't exist, and that was just fine with me. If anything Kate getting turned on enough by this guy that she was ignoring me was just adding to the fire for me!
"Holy shit," she said.
He growled and then he was moving down and working on her costume. I was surprised that he was actually able to get in and figure out exactly where the clasps were. A moment later her top was tossed to the side. She looked up at him and blinked in surprise.
He grinned. "It's not my first time taking apart one of these. Sierra might not be interested, but there were plenty of other girls on set who were willing to have a little fun back in my trailer."
Kate giggled. "I've never been more happy that I opted to spend more on the screen accurate prop!"
And then they were together again. They were enjoying a slow and sensual kiss. I could hear the sound of their lips smacking together, the sound of their tongues swirling around one another, and it was echoing in my mind with a roar. Their bodies looked so hot coming together. My wife with her perfectly sculpted body, her tight stomach, the way her breasts were pressing against his chest.
Seeing the two of them coming together was almost like watching two perfectly sculpted pieces of art making out. If perfectly sculpted pieces of art could make out, which was pretty out there but you get the point.
Apparently lust was winning out over their desire for exploration though. She started tugging at his shorts and he stood. He smiled as he undid his belt buckle. As his pants fell to the ground revealing a pair of boxer briefs. Odd. I would have pegged him for a boxers type of guy, but it definitely created a nice visual the way his cock was straining out from those boxer briefs. Especially with the way Kate was looking up at him and licking her lips. The way her mouth hung open as she looked at that bulge that she'd fantasized about so many times before.
He fell down between her legs and he was undoing the snaps down below. Once more he didn't have any trouble undoing those. I guess Kate was right, it really was a good thing that she'd gotten something that was screen accurate and based off of the plans that they used for the TV show. It was definitely making things easier for her small screen lover.
She wasn't wearing anything under the bottoms and so she was exposed to him as soon as he flipped those clasps and pulled down. He stared down at her as though he was staring at the most beautiful woman in the world. That might be going a bit far. She was my wife but I could recognize that there were probably a few women hotter than her somewhere out there, though I'd never seen them. She was definitely the hottest girl at the convention though. And she was the belle of the ball as far as he was concerned.
"Amazing," he breathed.
Kate giggled as she looked up at him. "You're not so bad yourself."
He stood again and my wife leaned forward. She suddenly had an undeniable hunger plain on her face. She yanked down on his boxer briefs once, twice, and then his cock sprang free.
I almost whistled, but I managed to resist the urge. Kate had done enough freeze framing of scenes where he was naked on screen that she'd been convinced he was pretty well endowed. I told her she had to be seeing things, that it was probably just something in the background that looked like his cock. That the people making the miniseries wouldn't miss something like his dick showing up in a shot.
Only as my wife stared at his cock, slightly cross eyed which was slightly comical, I could see he was definitely as big as she claimed he had to be.
I wondered how that monster was going to fit inside my petite wife, but as he got down between her legs, as he leaned forward and started to move his cock up against her pussy, I figured I was going to find out pretty damn quick. It seemed like he wasn't much in the mood for foreplay beyond their makeout session. Beyond their role-playing. And that was just fine with me.
