ROMANCE: Stolen by the Alien Lord (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Science Fiction Paranormal Short Stories)

by Knightingale, Fiona

  “Yeah. Put it in her butt too.”

  “Oh my god!” she laughed.

  “It was an honest to god mistake. I was really into it and then I slipped and fell in and she gave me a scream to high heaven. She was pointing and screaming, don’t you dare! And I was like, accident! Honest mistake…”

  “But was it really a mistake?”

  Adam laughed hard. “Of course it was a mistake. Most uh…women, you know, they let me do anything I want.”

  Jennifer stared at him and held an awkward glance for a few long moments. “Oh. Yeah, I hear you.”

  Adam almost cracked a joke but felt a sudden hush come over him as he studied Jennifer’s face. It was very pretty. Of course, not comparable to Hollywood plastic or all those desperate groupies in the locker room, but it was different. It was real. Somehow, it felt like he was back home playing little league and eyeing the girl next door.

  “And wildest groupie story?”

  “Oh come on. You’re going to think I’m a total man-slut.”

  “I already do!” Jennifer laughed. “But who cares? People you’ve fucked should be like extra powers in a video game. The more you collect, the better. Maybe I’m weird that way.”

  “I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” Adam snickered.

  “If it helps…” Jennifer said with a smile. “I’m totally bi. I’ve gone down on girls. Girl I hardly knew actually, once when we were both drunk.” Jennifer laughed nervously. “So don’t think you’re going to shock me.”

  “Awesome,” Adam said. “I suddenly feel like I’m not the elephant in the room.”

  “Congrats!”

  “Okay well…” Adam said with a devilish look in his eyes. “This one time. Three girls came to meet me backstage at a fundraiser. Totally hot.”

  “Oh I hear you, cowboy.”

  Adam laughed. “And so we all got stoned. And a little drunk. So they all start taking their clothes off. They all take turns sucking my dick.”

  “So hard being famous, man.”

  “Tell me about it. Then they all get horny and decide they want to me to finger them. Like, all at once. And I think they’re stoned out of their mind, because I only have two fucking hands. And my security guards don’t do that kind of shit. So I have to take turns fingering each one of them. Three pussies just waiting for me, lying in front of me wanting me to G-spot them.”

  “You pig!” Jennifer laughed.

  “I know. I know I am. But I’m a very weak man. The sickest part is…”

  “Oh this I got to hear.”

  “One of them said while orgasming, you know my mother loves you. And…then I remembered a week before, same city, older woman came onto me backstage at a game…I finger her. She says, you know my daughter might come to see you next week. And I think about it and…”

  “You fucking perv!” Jennifer said, slapping his arm.

  “I know. I know. If there’s a hell that’s where I’m going.”

  “Sliding into home base.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Sliding through the dirt. God, I can’t believe I just told you that. I never talk to the press this way. If you still hate me, you could ruin my career.”

  “Nah. No one would believe me anyway. Or else they’d believe me, but just love you more for all your sins.”

  “There you go!” Adam laughed but then slowly lost his open smile and settled on a thick lipped grin. “Now’s the predictable part where I tell you that getting laid all the time and being rich isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And then you say, bullshit!”

  “Right. Total bullshit. Your life is awesome. It’s strange that you don’t appreciate that.”

  “Oh, I know. I’m living the dream and all. But like I said, in my mind I always go back to when life was simple. All that casual fun ends in a heartbeat. It’s just hormones. Just chemicals being released. It lasts one hour of your life. And then it’s gone. Imagine losing someone you care about every day.”

  “Are you for real?”

  “One night stands hurt. You become connected to a person and then have to say goodbye. There is always a feeling of regret.”

  “Well then maybe the unthinkable is true. Maybe you are just looking for love. But haven’t found it yet.”

  “Maybe. But I guess what they always say is true. It’s easier to find love when you’re rich, but much harder to recognize true love. A man who has a money and a recognizable face is basically in the same boat as an attractive woman. We’re both always wondering…is this person really interested in me? Or just peripheral appearances. Because money is temporary. Looks are temporary.”

  “You have a lot of deep thoughts, Adam. Get a lot of time to think out there on the field?”

  “I don’t like this place. How about we go to the Bahamas?”

  “What?”

  “I think the place I’m being interviewed lends itself to the topic of conversation. The deeper the questions, the more I want to escape my everyday life. So what do you say?”

  “Umm, well, I don’t know. I don’t think I can…”

  “Call in and tell your boss the interview is still going on. Trust me, it’ll be a page turner. They won’t care. Come on. Paradise Island. We can go see Dolphin Cay and Atlantis Casino. Caribbean Stud Poker, eh? Am I the only one turned on by that? And I’m not just saying that because I have a gambling addition.”

  “I don’t think I can afford that right now…”

  “My treat.”

  “I mean…sure, it sounds nice. But Adam…I don’t just go to the Bahamas randomly. That’s usually, you know, what people on a date do. Go to romantic evening weekends?”

  “Oh. Okay. Well, let’s make it a date.”

  “What?”

  “Are you attracted to me?”

  “Well…yeah, I guess. Kind of.”

  “All right then. What’s the problem?”

  Jennifer laughed in disbelief. “Well maybe I’m not your type.”

  “Hmmm. I guess there’s really only one way to find out. Kiss me.”

  “What? No…Mister Arlane, really.”

  “Call me Adam. I’m only talking to you honestly because I thought you were a friend. Not just another reporter.”

  “Well. Yeah. I mean, I’d like to be your friend.”

  “But you’re afraid to kiss me.”

  “No…that’s not it.”

  “You’re afraid of how many girls I’ve been with.”

  Jennifer laughed. “No, I don’t care about that.”

  “Then why are you afraid? Kiss me and see if I’m your type.”

  Jennifer sighed nervously and then shrugged. She moved in closer to him and let him kiss her, straight on the lips. At first it was light and friendly…but then he didn’t let go. He kissed her long and passionately, right there in broad daylight and in front of whomever passed.

  It was romantic, unexpected and hard to resist. At that moment, Jennifer realized why women were instinctually attracted to that type of man. It wasn’t really the money or the fame. It was the personality that such things gave the man. His confidence, unfiltered conversation and his devilish playfulness.

  III

  Adam bought Jennifer a first class ticket up front and the flight was surprisingly empty. They sat together upfront, and there was one man sleeping in back and one woman in front of him. Adam was already feeling randy, but Jennifer still seemed a bit uninhibited. The conversation continued, as Coke whiskey drinks kept coming.

  Adam felt alive, feeling a strong attraction to the “girl next door”, a remarkable change from the usual women he dated. She was up for it, but still hiding, still keeping her face glued to the window. Whenever Adam kissed her hand she gave him the tap. Maybe she wasn’t ready to seriously date. Or maybe she just wanted to make Adam work for it.

  The idea thrilled him. There’s nothing a championship batter loves more than a challenge. Besides, now that he was emotionally connected, Jennifer seemed much cuter than just a female reporter in a su
it. Her white blouse was for business but had a plunging collar that revealed just a hint of cleavage. Her gray skirt was a little short, revealing her long legs behind hose.

  She had to know what he was thinking to, and how crazy she was driving him by not giving in just yet. And why should she? He promised a trip to the Bahamas and they were still on the plane.

  She enjoyed the feeling of playing coy and ignoring his advances and lustful taps against her skin. Every time she rebuffed him, with that toying smile on her face, he considered it like a pitch during the final moments of the game. That inspired him for sure, and suddenly he was up to bat, swinging as hard as he could.

  “I love the way you smell. I can’t wait for you.”

  Jennifer snickered softly. “Sorry. I just don’t think you know what you want.” She met his eyes and blinked, her face looking ever so luminous to Adam.

  “I know what I want. Maybe I don’t know what’s good for me.”

  “I’m not good for you,” she said, losing her smile but still staring deep into his eyes. “We’re from two different worlds.”

  Strike One!

  He laughed as he thought over the sports metaphor. She was throwing him curve ball every which way.

  “How about this,” he said, ready to bunt the ball any way he could. “We just see what happens? If it feels good, it feels good. But no pressure.” He caressed her hair and appreciated the fine quality of her skin.

  “I don’t know. I think you’re just addicted to feeling in love.” She grinned at him and squeezes his cheek. “But don’t worry. We’ll continue the interview. But I don’t want to do anything unprofessional. That might compromise the story.”

  Adam sighed in frustration. Foul ball!

  “I don’t care about the story,” he said dramatically. I’ll buy your whole two-bit magazine and give you the year off. I want you to let me in.”

  Jennifer opened her eyes wide and snorted. “I’ll bet you do!”

  “That’s not what I meant! I just mean, there’s a wall up is all. You’re keeping me out. You don’t trust me.”

  “And why should I trust you, Adam?”

  “Because I never lie about anything. And it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. Like I actually want to get to know you.”

  “Hmmm. Well maybe when we get back from the Bahamas and you give me a story we can discuss dating like normal people.”

  Strike Two!

  “I don’t have any idea how normal people behave, that’s the problem,” Adam said with a grin. He looked backwards to the other passengers. The man was asleep and the woman was distracted, playing on her tablet.

  “Okay,” he said, sensing the need for a home run or bust. “How about we make a deal. I’m a gambling man, right?”

  “A deal? A deal about what?”

  “I’m very attracted to you. Like super-attracted.”

  “I know.”

  “And I’ve never felt this surge of adrenaline before. You do things to me. Make me lose myself.”

  Jennifer laughed quietly but kept her head straight forward, ignoring him.

  “Maybe I don’t want to wait until we land. Maybe you should give me something just for now. A snack to tide me over.”

  “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

  “You don’t have to. I just need to feel connected. Tell you what. How about this. If I can guess the first article you ever wrote for your magazine…”

  Jennifer listened in suspicion.

  “Then you’ll flash your breasts. Right now.”

  “Here? Now?” Jennifer laughed, looking back at the two other passengers.

  “Sure. Come on, it’s exciting.”

  “For you.”

  “Oh come on, Just a glimpse.”

  “There’s no way you could know the name of my article. I wrote that two years ago.”

  “So? Deal?”

  Jennifer tilted her head and eyed him in disbelief. “Okay. Fine.”

  “I can figure it out. All new writers…they all cover the same topics.

  “Okay. So what is it?”

  Adam closed his eyes and concentrated. “It was… ‘Why Moneyball Got it Wrong – And Other Myths About Billy Beane”.

  Jennifer opened her mouth wide and squinted her eyes. “You cheated.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know. But there’s no way you could have guessed that.”

  “So?” Adam asked, smiling and loving the sound of sliding to first base.

  “I can’t do that, silly.” She said, glancing upfront and frowning.

  “Yes you can. They’re not even watching.”

  “Ummmm…” She blushed. “You cheated.” She scooted forward and unbuttoned her blouse, casually, trying not to make a scene.

  Adam licked his lips in anticipation.

  Jennifer smiled and tugged her shirt revealing her pink lace bra.

  “The nipples too.”

  “Shhhh!” she said, with a slap.

  “Hurry before the stewardess comes back.

  “Dammit…” she whispered. She rolled her eyes and quickly pulled her bra down slightly, taking out her shy pink nipples.

  “Mmmmm…” he said in primal joy, putting his hands on her breasts and squeezing.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” she demanded, quickly buttoning her blouse back up.

  “Thank you. I feel much better now.”

  “I’m sure you do!”

  “I do.” He smiled and itched to get to second base. “So…”

  “No! No more deals. You’re sneaky.”

  They both laughed.

  “Okay. No more deals, promise. Are you cold?”

  Adam giggled which made Jennifer laugh and then get suspicious. “Why?”

  “You look a little cold. I’m just being a gentleman. Asking if you’d like to use my coat for a blanket.”

  “Hmmm I guess so. But no funny stuff.”

  “Of course not.”

  Like a gentleman, he put his coat on top of her lap. She leaned on his shoulder and relaxed. He tugged the coat just a little bit more to his side, suggesting it was cold on the plane and he wanted to warm up to.

  He cleared his throat and relaxed.

  Jennifer almost went to sleep because of the feel good moment. She woke up and smiled at Adam.

  Then she noticed as she felt around underneath his coat, a warm, smooth and very rigid presence was open and exposed. She squeezed it and felt its veins and hard staff. She silently squealed and then looked at Adam in surprise.

  His penis was erect, long and thick, and already wet at the top. She had no choice but to keep his dirty little secret quiet because just then the stewardess came out.

  Adam quickly shut his eyes pretending be asleep.

  Jennifer smiled awkwardly at the stewardess while squeezing Adam’s shaft. He even flexed it for her, letting her feel the skin kick and surge.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  “No. I’m good. Sleepy.”

  The stewardess walked away. Jennifer squeezed and stroked Adam’s big dick in spite. Wanting him to feel the same rush he just gave her.

  “Mmm. Did I miss anything?”

  “You are a pervert,” Jennifer whispered, but still stroking him off.

  “I know. I just figured, that’s probably what you were thinking. How big it was. So I figured I’d let you find out.”

  She couldn’t help but take him up on his offer. She stroked his erection from his bulging balls to his rigid shaft and then upwards to his leaking head and prick. He was huge all right and girthy. He must have been nine to ten inches. No wonder the legend of his manhood was spread all over the country.

  She felt a shot of excitement go up her spine and down to her loins as she kept doing as ordered. Stroking his dick, under threat of embarrassment or perhaps losing the magazine’s top lead subject. He stroked it slowly, her mouth falling open because of the arousal. This was hot and she couldn’t deny it. He had already gotten to third base
and barely even asked. They never even broached the subject, but here she was stroking his dick like some fame-chasing slut.

  “Mmmm…” he groaned quietly, as pre-cum dripped all over her finger.

  She panicked and un-tucked her hand, taking it out from the coat.

  She touched her fingers together, still feeling his pre-cum.

  “Lick your fingers.”

  “No,” she replied but with a smile.

  He reached over, still being covered by the coat and put his hand up her dress.

  She cooed and exhaled deeply. She brought her finger up to her lips and licked it, imagining the thrill of sucking him off. How he would taste. How it would feel to take a dick that big.

  “I can’t take it anymore. Go to the bathroom. Wait for me.”

  “No,” she said firmly, daring a strike three and game over.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s against the law.”

  “It is not. We’re not going to get caught.”

  “How do you know?”

  “So you do want to fuck me? Just not on the plane?”

  She sighed and put her hand through her hair. “Not on the plane.”

  “But you feel an attraction?”

  “Of course I do,” Jennifer said looking ahead and trying to keep her voice down. “I wanted you ever since three seasons ago when you were a rookie.”

  She smiled.

  Adam smiled and unbuckled his seatbelt.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m sorry. Really. I just can’t stop myself. I have no discipline.”

  He kneeled down and pulled Jennifer’s panties down, from her knees to her ankles and then put them in his pocket.

  “Stop!”

  “Then meet me in the bathroom. That way at least we won’t get caught.”

  “You’re going to get caught here!”

  “Maybe I’ll just say it was your idea. You’re harassing me because I’m a celebrity.”

  “Dick.”

  “I know. I have one. And it’s so hard right now it’s going to explode.”

  “Ugghh…” She sighed, frustrated but still imagining his growing shaft in her hand. And how that big tool would feel inside her. Especially with how wet she was getting. And no panties to protect the seat.

  “Fine…”

  She said it in spite and she unbuckled and walked away to the bathroom. She had a big smile on her face, hoping no one knew what she was thinking. She got to the bathroom and shut the door behind her quickly.