Alien Message: Alien Romance (Sensual Contact Series Book 1)

by Amelia Wilson

  Alien Message

  Sensual Contact Series Book 1

  By:

  Amelia Wilson

  Table of Contents:

  Invitation From The Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About The Author

  Bonus: The Alien Surrogate

  Bonus: Awakening

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  Chapter One

  Becca Harris was on her second glass of wine. She held the wineglass by the stem and swirled it about, watching the rose-colored liquid spiral against the sides of the glass in a lazy loop. The waiter stopped by her table for the third time in half an hour.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to order?” He asked her. She looked up to him and smiled. He was cute, and seemed pretty close to her age, twenty-five. For a wild moment she thought of inviting him to sit down and dine with her. Wouldn’t that be something? Finally tiring of waiting for Chad and having dinner with the handsome waiter? Maybe she would invite him home and jump his bones, too.

  “No, I’ll wait for my fiancé,” she said after a moment. “He’s on his way, I’m sure,” she added as the waiter looked at her with something that looked a lot like pity in his eyes.

  “Of course,” he said, and moved off. Becca sighed and downed the rest of her wine, thinking that she should have told the handsome man to bring a third before he had left.

  Then, he was there; Chad, sliding into the chair across from her with a smile fixed on his impossibly good-looking face. He had a square jaw and dark features; black hair with hazel eyes that were more gray than anything else. His teeth were dazzlingly white, his skin was tanned and his body toned.

  He didn’t even apologize for being over half an hour late. He never did.

  “What a day I’ve had. I need a drink,” he said as he looked at the woman he had been dating for three years and engaged to for half of one. “A stiff drink.”

  He turned then and raised his hand, signaling the waiter. Chad ordered his drink, and Becca ordered another glass of wine before staring at the man she loved, or at least had loved, at one time, when they were younger, and both still in college.

  He knew that today had been a big day for her, and that’s why they were at this ridiculously expensive restaurant, celebrating. She had interviewed for her dream job a few days previously, and had had the follow-up interview earlier that afternoon. Becca had expected them to make her an offer, and they had. She should be happy, but she only felt annoyed.

  “This new client, he’s just awful,” Chad was complaining, oblivious to his fiancée’s seething anger. “He doesn’t know a damned thing, but he toyed with the idea of going into the law when he was younger, so he thinks he does, and that he can help us with the case. He’s just obnoxious, to tell you the truth.

  “They offered me the job,” Becca said coldly, unable to keep it in any longer.

  A flash of surprise spread across Chad’s face, but then he recovered quickly and smiled once more. “That’s fantastic Honey, I knew they would, you knocked it out of the park.”

  “I did,” Becca said, not warming up any, her voice so chilly it was practically dripping with ice. “But I’m a woman, and I have to fight twice as hard for anything I get, and so there was always a chance they were going to give the position to someone less talented and qualified than me, just because he had a penis dangling between his legs.”

  Chad frowned. “Do you have to be so vulgar?” He asked, as the waiter arrived to drop off their drinks and to take their dinner order. They gave it, and the man left again, Becca watching him go, wondering if he had a girlfriend, or a fiancé, and wondering if he listened to her or cared about the things she cared did.

  “Did you even remember what today was? Did you remember why we’re sitting here?”

  “Of course I did,” Chad said, acting shocked that his girl could think otherwise. “I hurried over here; I was so excited to hear about your day.”

  “You were forty minutes late,” Becca said. “Like you usually are.”

  “Jesus, what do you want from me?” he asked.

  Becca sighed and downed her third glass of wine, and then she stood up.

  “You know what? I don’t want to have dinner. Can we just go home?”

  “Seriously?” Chad asked.

  “Yes. Take me home,” she commanded.

  “Fine,” Chad said, leaving cash on the table for the drinks and a little more for the waiter, and then following his fiancée. She was a beautiful young woman. Her strawberry-blonde hair was long and her waist thin, with rounded hips and big breasts. Her skin was pale, and there was a light line of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Chad had always thought they looked very good together.

  He gave the valet his ticket and they pulled his expensive black sports car around from the nearby lot, and Chad lowered himself in behind the wheel after opening and shutting Becca’s door.

  They drove home in silence. Home, in this case, was an apartment in downtown New York, on the twenty-third floor of a newly-built building with a view towards Times Square. The building was filled with your typical professionals, and a large section of the ground floor was given over to a trendy night club. It was here that Becca stopped first, moving to the bar and ordering a bottle of vodka.

  “What’s that for?” Chad asked, standing next to her as she dug her debit card out of her purse and handed it over.

  “I feel like getting drunk tonight,” Becca said, causing the bartender to arch a brow and look at her as he ran her card. “I’m happy about my work, and I’m horny, and I want to drink this and get my handsome fiancé to eat my pussy until I come. Is that okay handsome fiancé? I want to use your good looking face for my personal gain.”

  “Becca, what has gotten into you?” Chad asked, embarrassed that the bartender had heard everything Becca had just said.

  The truth was that Becca was already a little drunk; three glasses of wine had done that to her. While she had been waiting for Chad she had realized something. She didn’t love him; not anymore. He was selfish, he didn’t care about her, and he used her. He used her for status, he used her for sex. She was done.

  But, he was handsome, and he was good with his tongue, and so she was going to use him, one l
ast time. Then, she really was done.

  She took her card back, grabbed the bottle and turned to Chad. She reached out with her free hand, grabbing his crotch. “Are you coming upstairs to make me come?” She asked, and then she turned away, leaving him by the bar.

  Becca’s heart was pounding. She was usually very reserved, almost shy. She had always been vocal about getting what she wanted, and she had always been willing to fight, the way she had for her dream job, but when it came to sex, she wasn’t forward. She let the men who had been in her life take charge romantically. Chad was good at that, and he had a high libido. Hardly a night went by that he wasn’t rubbing on her, groping her, bending her over the kitchen sink when the mood struck him and she was doing the dishes. Sometimes he slipped into the shower with her, and one time he had come home late after a night with his college friends drinking had woken her by sliding his already erect cock into her mouth; Her eyes had widened in surprise as she was pulled from sleep by his mushroom tip, making her gag.

  Now, she was tipsy, and she was taking charge.

  They rode the elevator in silence, Becca opening the bottle and taking some swigs. The doors opened and she led the way down the hall, reaching back and unzipping the dress she was wearing, before they had even reached their door. Chad hurried ahead, unlocking the door and pushing it open as Becca pulled her arms from the straps, so that the top of the dress fell and exposed her lacy black bra, right there in the hall.

  “Get inside,” Chad said, his face shocked. “What has gotten into you?”

  “You don’t like a woman who takes charge? I had a great day. I want it to end great too,” Becca said, stepping inside their apartment and shutting the door behind her. She shimmied out of the rest of the dress, leaving it heaped by the door in a pile on the floor, and moving into the living room with nothing but her bra and panties and high heels, which clicked and clacked loudly on the hardwood floor.

  “Come dance for me,” she said, taking another sip of the vodka.

  “You’re drunk,” Chad said. “I don’t like you like this.”

  “You forgot me on one of the most important days of my life,” Becca said. “I busted my ass to get through school and I worked hard to get this job. It meant something to me and you left me sitting by myself instead of celebrating. Get over here. Put on some music and take your clothes off.”

  By then she had sat down and crossed her long legs, kicking one foot lazily in the air, dangling her black pump off her toes.

  Chad came forward and grabbed a small remote on the table, using it to turn on his expensive stereo. Music played, and he began to sway his hips. He was getting into it, and Becca was one of the only people in his life who knew that he had been an exotic dancer for seven or so months when he was a freshman in college. His rich father had cut him off for a short time, and he had done what he needed to keep himself in school.

  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Don’t ruin it by talking,” Becca said, rather unkindly, but her fiancé shut his mouth as he continued to gyrate before her. He had known Becca for a long time, and he had never seen her in a mood like this. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that it was in his best interests to do what she asked of him. He wasn’t always the best boyfriend (or fiancé, now) but he could at least do that much.

  He hooked a strong finger around the back of the knot in his necktie and pulled at it, loosening the tie and then undoing it altogether, pulling it from under the lapel of his shirt and twirling it around above his head before sending it flying in Becca’s direction. She caught it and laughed, and Chad had to admit that it was nice to see her smile. He knew he had pissed her off, and he hadn’t thought he would see her smile tonight. Then she tipped the bottle to her lips once more and took a long drink, and he had to wonder if the smile wasn’t due to the alcohol coursing through her system. Still, he kept stripping.

  Next was his shirt, each button undone slowly, starting at the top and working down, so that each time he finished with one the shirt spread more; showing off his tanned and strong pecs, and then his perfectly sculpted six pack. The buttons finally undone, he pulled the shirt open and then slipped it down his shoulders in one quick, practiced motion.

  “Woo!” Becca said, and she took her purse from the floor and took out some singles, waving them in Chad’s face. He grinned, enjoying the game more and more, and stepping forward, he arched his hips so his crotch waved slowly before her face, as she tucked the bills into the waist of his pants, behind his belt. She reached up then, letting the tips of her fingers on her right hand slide across his tone stomach. He reached down and took her wrist lightly, pulling her hand away from his skin.

  “No touching the dancers,” he said in a hushed tone. Becca giggled and snatched her hand away before reaching forward again and grabbing his half erect cock through the front of his pants.

  “You sure?” She asked with a mischievous smile.

  “Yes,” he said, pulling away from her and spinning around so that he was facing away from her. She laughed and leaned back, content with just enjoying the show, her legs still crossed and a familiar heat growing there, in-between her legs.

  Chad was swaying his hips to the music, and his fingers were nimble as he undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops on his pants and tossing it to the side. He remained turned away from Becca as he undid the button on his fly, and then unzipped his pants slowly. He bent down as he slid his pants down, giving her a good view of his bubble butt, tight and strong but big for a man, one of the reasons she put up with his shit for as long as she had.

  He was wearing cotton boxer briefs, and when he turned around after stepping out of his suit pants she could see that he was fully hard, his big circumcised cock clearly outlined and throbbing. He stepped close to her then, looking down at her as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the boxer briefs. He pulled them down slowly, so that first the wiry tuft of his pubic hair was visible, and then the base of his cock, then the shaft, hard and veiny and yearning for her. Then the bulbous head of his cock was free, springing up towards her face, and bobbing there, as he looked down at her as if he expected her to take him into her mouth.

  Becca somehow managed to keep from rolling her eyes. She had made it quite clear that this was about her, and that she wasn’t interested in what he had between his legs, not that night. She took his cock in her hand and pulled on it, tugging it downwards so he bent at the knees and was face-to-face with her. “I want your head between my legs,” she said, still impressed with her newfound directness, and her willingness to get exactly what she wanted.

  He grinned. He knew how the game worked. One for her, and then she would take care of him. He knelt down onto the hardwood floor in front of the couch as Becca uncrossed her long pale legs. She spread them apart and leaned forward, setting the bottle on the coffee table behind Chad and then leaned back, gathering her dress at the hips and lifting her ass off of the couch cushion as she pulled the hem of the dress up to her hips.

  She was wearing silky black panties; a thong in that tight dress of course, and she let him handle them, keeping her ass held off of the couch as he took fingers and hooked them through the sides and pulled them down. He kept her heels on, working the thong off past the shoes, and then he leaned forward, closing his eyes as he took the heat from her crotch in, and her scent, something he had grown to love. It was true, he was great at giving oral pleasure, and he loved to do it as well.

  He knew not to delve right into everything, that part of the pleasure for a woman came from the desire and the teasing, and he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing the sensitive skin there, nibbling, taking soft bites, squeezing her flesh between his teeth and then sucking on the aching section, quickly leaving red marks that would fade to a deep purple by the morning, and stay there for a week.

  Becca groaned as he switched to the other thigh, doing the same routine there, hardly able to ta
ke his teasing. She reached down and ran one hand through his hair. “Eat me,” she groaned, and he grinned against the flesh of her thigh, and then he gave in, planting small kisses along her thigh and towards her moist mound.

  She shaved completely, just like her fiancé liked, and he ran his tongue up along her slit, surprised at how wet she was, he had never seen her so turned on before, and he would have begged to fuck her instead if she hadn’t been so clear in what she wanted.

  He ran his tongue back down, and then up once more, sliding between her folds and finding her clit. Becca moaned and closed her eyes, writhing as he worked on her clit: Then he had a finger join in, pushing into her, as deep as it could go, up to his top knuckle, before slowly pulling it out again.

  “God, yes,” Becca said, letting the man, she was planning to dump keep her in ecstasy with his mouth and finger, or fingers, rather, as another joined the first.

  He worked her slowly, not needing to rush. His tongue flicked up and down slowly on her clit, his two fingers slid in and out of her, and with his other hand he reached up, cupping her left breast through the material of her dress and bra, still able to feel her nipple pressing against his palm.

  It didn’t take long for Becca to climax, and it came suddenly and hard, shaking her body as she gripped Chad’s hair in both hands, screaming as the orgasm shook her to her core. She gushed between her legs, soaking Chad’s lips and chin, and when she was done he pulled away and stood up, his cock throbbing and purple, almost angry looking.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, the bottom half of his face shining in the soft light of the living room. She looked up at him, and almost gave in; almost took pity on him, almost leaned forward and opened her mouth and let him inside of her oral cavity.

  But, she didn’t. Just as she was about to, she thought of that evening, how he hadn’t bothered to show up on time. How he hadn’t bothered to ask her how the interview had gone. It hadn’t just been that night. There had been the Valentine’s Day where he hadn’t got her anything. There was the time he had been rude to her mother. There was the time he’d hit on a girl at a party, after she had left but come back for a forgotten coat. She didn’t think he had ever cheated on her, but it seemed as though he had tried. In short: fuck him.