Romance: Alien Romance: Having The Kings Baby (A Paranormal Science Fiction Shifter Romance ) (Sci-fi Alien Invasion Abduction Romance)

by Riley Forrest

  Chapter 6

  The rest of the week passed quickly for Amanda, and she started to figure out the ins and outs of the job. She noticed a lot of things that could be improved on, like the company's social media accounts and blog which were hardly being tended to. Eva was in the process of designing the new company website, so spent 9 hours glued to her computer, getting frustrated with the html, because she wasn't actually a trained designer. But company investors had started complaining about the state of the current site, which didn't match its high profile, so in a bid to fix it, Eva took on the job, on top of all her other duties, acting as the PR contact and in charge of all the company's on and offline marketing. Amanda realised now why she always seemed so busy and stressed, but when she offered to help, Eva stonewalled her, and once went so far as to tell her that the best way she could help was to stop interrupting her.

  So Amanda made her own work, writing a few blogs and posting some company news on social media. It was a small step, but a visible one, and a few people stopped by her desk to compliment her on her on her work. Every time someone dropped by to say "Great article," or "Nice job," Eva seemed to become agitated and even grumpier. At one point she sent Amanda out for doughnuts, as the treats in the kitchen weren't "sugary enough". It seemed that Eva dealt with her stress by binging on coffee and sweet goods. No wonder she was starting to have a weight problem. While her boss grew more agitated, Amanda grew more confident. And she still had Barcelona with Alex to look forward to on Monday. She hadn't seen him much all week, as he'd been in meetings non-stop, and working late with Robyn. Part of her wondered if there was anything else between him and his secretary, after all, if he was the "Don Draper" of the office, it would make sense. But there didn't seem to be anything between them, other than a strictly professional relationship, and she had seen Robyn's boyfriend meet her one day after work, on one of the times she actually left at 6:30.

  Amanda caught herself thinking about a potential rival for Alex's attention, and scolded herself. After all, he was a married man - what business of hers was it, about what he got up to with his secretary? So, Amanda tried not to think about her upcoming trip, and kept her head down, trying not to antagonise Eva, but secretly enjoying it when she unintentionally did.

  Finally the weekend came, and Amanda spent the time primping herself and preparing for the trip, by packing her trendiest professional attire into a wheeled overnight case her dad had bought her as a graduation present. "You're a high flier now," he said as handed her the wrapped case. "Dad! You didn't need to do that," she'd exclaimed. "Anything for my princess," he'd retorted. When she opened it, she saw it was a Louis Vuitton, which must have cost the best part of £1000. She was stoked but concerned he had spent so much on the gift, especially as he was having financial difficulty. She had a sixth sense that the show of wealth was maybe more than just fatherly love, and that he was trying to protect her from something. But she told herself to push the feeling aside and instead just be grateful for the case. She was delighted she had an opportunity to put it to good use so soon, and she felt she would be seen by Alex to be every bit the young executive she was, thanks to the case and her wardrobe. Late Sunday afternoon, she went to get her long dark brown hair shaped into a sleek, side parted bob, and had a few highlights of platinum blond interspersed to lighten it up. When the hairdresser had finished the blow dry, and turned her around to look in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw, and she hoped that Alex would be too.

  Chapter 7

  The windows of the limo were tinted with a mirror reflection, and she caught a glimpse of herself as she politely waited for the door to open. Again, she was pleased with what she saw. Her new hairdo suited her heart shaped face, and made her cornflower blue eyes stand out more. He pale skin was flawless like porcelain, and she'd accentuated her brows and lashes with some expensive eyeliner and mascara. She'd chosen a simple black turtle-neck made from expensive material to wear underneath a black blazer, and she wore form-fitting extra skinny jeans made of dark blue denim which looked like she'd painted directly onto her skin, and didn't leave anything to the imagination. On her feet, she worse some trendy black patent leather boots with an extra high heel, giving her even more height than normal, and she paired these with a matching envelope-style handbag from Chanel, this time a gift from her mum for her 21st birthday. All in all, she looked and felt great, and the butterflies in her stomach were enough for her to know, that even though she'd just met him, she definitely had feelings for Alex. The car door finally popped open, and Alex sat relaxed against the cream leather backseat. His driver sat in front, and Amanda was pleasantly surprised to see a privacy shield separating the front from the back. "Hello Amanda," he said, "Ready for our trip?"

  "Yes, yes I am, thanks" she said confidently, although that was the last thing she was feeling.

  "Good. My driver will take your case. Louis Vuitton, I see, great choice. My wife..." he started, but then immediately trailed off, as if he hadn't meant to mention his wife to her. "Um, er, my wife likes Louis Vuitton," he finished abruptly. The driver dutifully took the case from her, carried it to the front seat, and started the engine. Soon, they were out of the lot and on their way to the airport, and Amanda couldn't help but feel like a movie star as she saw bystanders turn their heads as they whooshed past in the limo. It was quite a feeling, being able to see them but them not being able to see her. "I could get used to this," she thought to herself.

  Alex hadn't said anything to her after his wife comment, and if she didn't know him as the successful exec, she might have actually considered him to be shy. Finally, he broke the silence and offered her a drink. "You can have anything you like," he said, "Are you a red or white wine drinker?" And with that he pressed a button on his armrest, and the door to a mini fridge popped open, revealing a well stocked selection of miniature bottles of all sorts of alcohol inside.

  "I'll have a white please," she said, trying not to look too impressed.

  "White it is," he said and pulled a wine glass out from a specially designed holder above the fridge. Then he chose a bottle for her that she couldn't read the label of as it was in French, and looked expensive. He poured the lot into her glass, and handed it to her. She took a sip, and was amazed at how delicious it was, despite coming out of such a small bottle. She was used to the plonk they served on airplanes, but this wine was possibly the nicest she'd ever tried. "Mmm, delicious," she said. "Yes, it's one of my favourite Viogniers. I part own a vineyard in France, and this is one of their best vintages. I think I'll have some myself, even though I don't normally partake until after work hours. But I wouldn't be so rude as to have you drink alone, Amanda." She smiled, as it seemed his shyness was easing up. He even started to look relaxed after a couple of big glugs of his wine. The ride to the airport was 40 minutes, just enough time to finish her wine, and for her to tell him a bit about the projects she was working on for Advertech. He seemed genuinely interested, and nodded enthusiastically as she explained why she'd written the blogs on various topics, and the good feedback that they were receiving on social media. One of the blogs had even been picked up by a large business publication, and had driven a load of new traffic to their website. In fact, this effort alone was worth more than the £5000 a month which Eva had decided to pay a PR agency. So far, they'd hardly delivered any results, and Amanda wondered yet again, if Eva really knew as much about marketing as she seemed to think she did.

  Alex seemed to pick up on this as well, although he didn't directly diss her. Just said, "Well, I can see we won't be needing the overprice PR firm for much longer. I'm not entirely sure Eva did her homework before hiring them," he remarked. Amanda nodded in agreement, but didn't gloat over her superior's mistake. Instead she tried to focus on telling Alex about the improvements she had tried to make since joining. As he listened, he seemed to angle more towards her, almost as if his shyness was evaporating, and he was letting down his work persona, and letting her see what he was really like. "I
'm impressed Amanda, truly I am. For someone fresh out of college to have as many good ideas, and to actually put them in place... It's very good indeed," he said. While she would have liked hearing this feedback from any exec at the company, the fact that it was coming from Alex made it even more special, and felt her face blush slightly. He had finished his glass of wine by now, and was resting comfortably on the back seat, his legs angled toward her. She was sitting more upright, not wanting to slouch, but her knees were touching gently against his. There was a moment's silence when they sat, looking at each other, feeling comfortable not saying anything, but just enjoying being each other's company. Amanda hoped that this feeling would continue for the rest of the trip, and wouldn't be ruined by Alex feeling stressed about what was going on back at the office, or about his wife. And anyway, what was the dark secret he was hiding with his wife? OK, maybe she was being dramatic, and there wasn't a dark secret. But Amanda was intuitive and world-wise enough to know that *something* wasn't quite right. And now, with Alex relaxed and at ease in her company, she had the perfect opportunity to find out what it was.

  Chapter 9

  Ninety minutes later Amanda had strapped herself into a plush, first class plane seat, and the air hostess smiled brightly and told them it was just a few more minutes until take off. Alex was checking messages and responding to the myriad of emails that had come in while they had been on the road, and gave a small grimace of annoyance when the air hostess politely but firmly asked him to switch it off. Clearly she was used to dealing with rich businessmen who wanted to keep working during takeoff.

  Alex tucked his smartphone into his top pocket and turned to look out of the window. He casually let his hand rest on the armrest between them, and she took a moment to look down at his long, shapely fingers. She suddenly had the urge to hold his hand, but knew that would be wholly inappropriate. Just because he was comfortable with her, and seemed to like her, didn't mean they were at the hand-holding stage. At least not yet.

  The plane engines began to roar, and it suddenly sped up and Amanda felt the butterflies in her stomach going yet again. A beautiful view of Bristol appeared beyond Alex in the window, and as the sun was just setting, the sky was made up of a sea of pink and orange. Soon, they were soaring above the fluffy clouds, and day turned into night. The pilot hadn't even turned off the fasten seat belt signs when another hostess cam over, and offered them some expensive French champagne. Amanda wondered whether all First Class fliers got this treatment, or if it was because he was a C.I.P. - commercially important person.

  To her surprise, Alex accepted the glass of champagne, and so she followed his cue and had one as well. Then 10 minutes later, the hostess came by again to give them another top up. By now, Amanda was feeling slightly tipsy, so she nibbled on the gourmet roasted nuts in an effort to line her stomach. Alex was looking quite flushed too, but he also looked like he was enjoying himself more than he had in years. Before long, they were giggling and flirting, and she wasn't sure how it happened, but suddenly she became aware of Alex's hand on her inner thigh. She didn't move it, but didn't touch him back either, wondering if maybe he didn't realise it was there. Then, he started making circle motions, and moved his hand slightly higher up towards her crotch. There was now no mistaking that his movements were in fact deliberate. Amanda was enjoying the feeling, and decided what the hell, she would do it back.

  She gently moved the arm rest up, and began to slowly touch his denim clad thigh, but focused on staying on the top rather than the inside - just in case for some reason, she had misread what was going on. When he moved his left hand on top of hers, and directed her towards his crotch, she knew she had not. Suddenly the lights dimmed in the cabin, and Alex reached up to turn their seat lights off. It was surprisingly dark in the cabin, and Alex skilfully moved a plane blanket on top of their laps. She gave a small giggle, like a mischievous school child and he gave her a conspiratorial laugh back. Then, she felt his hand move up toward her jeans zipper, and slowly pulled it down, to reveal the black lacy panties she'd put on inside. She felt her skin tingling, and her inner parts moisten, as he very gently ran his fingers over the delicate lace of her thong. "Mmhmmmmm" she moaned, as quietly as possible, and he took the cue to explore underneath her thong, briefly pausing before he ran his fingers over her opening, then expertly pushed his middle finger between her now, very wet, lips. As he did this, Amanda instinctively rubbed his crotch area harder, and felt him stiffen underneath the denim. In a nanosecond, he'd managed to undo his jeans button, and unzip his fly, allowing his member to burst free from its constraints and out of the slit in his silk boxers. "Aargghhmmmmm" he moaned as the cool air of the cabin hit his cock, making it stand completely erect. Amanda was impressed with it's length and girth, and could feel the blood vessels and veins pulsating in her hand as she rubbed it gently but firmly up and down. He reciprocated her strokes with his own finger, and she wriggled her own jeans down below her bottom so he could get better access. She felt a bit like a contortionist given the small space, but she was able to find an angle that would give his hand free reign to do what it liked to her now exposed vagina. She still had her thong on, but he had pushed it to the side, and now slipped another finger inside of her.

  A small gush of liquid left her, and this seemed to almost send him over the edge as he jolted upwards, making her temporarily stop what she was doing to his throbbing cock. Once he gained control again, he pushed her down into her seat, so that she was lying horizontally underneath the blanket. Thankfully the plane had been virtually empty in first class, and the hostesses had gotten the hint and left them to themselves. Alex lent down and pulled the blanket up to her waist, pulled her jeans completely off along with her thong, and she moaned while wrapping her long legs around his shoulders to let him know she was very much looking forward to what he was about to do. He began kissing her taught stomach, and she tensed with pleasure and anticipation as he moved lower and lower down her body. Soon he met her furry mound, and began to gently kiss all around it. Amanda had given herself a landing strip the night before, and Alex seemed to appreciate the neatness, as he aggressively tucked into his "in flight meal". He had a large, soft tongue, which he began to use to lick her slowly at first, then harder, paying special attention to her clit which was now hard and swollen from his attentions.

  Her body cried out for him to enter her, but she was too shy to make the first move. "How ridiculous to feel shy" she fleetingly thought, but he seemed to read her mind anyway, as he began to gently climb on top of her, and she helped him lower his jeans and boxers down, revealing the true extent of his manhood, which stood she hazarded a guess at least 10". "I want you inside me," she whispered in his ear, and it didn't take any more convincing for him to oblige. With one firm push, his cock entered her dripping pussy, and then with another he went deep up inside her. "Aghhhh" they both moaned in unison, as the nerve endings of their bodies both exploded in sensation. Once he'd got his entire cock in up to the hilt, he held it there, and she was breathless with the pleasurable, full sensation it was delivering. She panted in his ear, and he gently cupped her head, and face, almost as if to brace himself for what was coming next.

  Then, without further ado, he began to thrust, harder, and harder, and Amanda bit down on his shoulder blade, not because it hurt but because she wanted to scream in ecstasy. Her whole body and relaxed and was moving in time with him, allowing him to get all the way in with every thrust. Her natural juices flowed freely, as if to welcome him, and this seemed to excite him even more as sped up his motions. Just when she thought he may be at the end of his rope, he abruptly pulled out of her, then flipped her over so she lay across the plane seats on her front. Amanda thought he was going to take her from behind, but instead he poured some wine on his finger, sucked it, and then jammed it into her butt. "Arghhhh" she moaned at the feeling that was at once pleasure and pain. She'd never had anal sex before, and had never even had a guy put his finger there, so this was a first for her
. Maybe it was the wine, or the fact that she was getting it on on a plane, or maybe it was that she felt more attracted to Alex than she had ever felt before, but she knew the time was right to lose her anal virginity. Again, she didn't have to wait long for her thoughts to be answered as Alex expertly spread open her ass cheeks, and slowly but firmly began to push his enormous cock inside her puckered opening. She felt herself give, and now he was fully inside her rectum. She took in a short, sharp gasp of air, and again began panting in an effort to curb the pain, that was perversely incredibly pleasurable, and like nothing she'd ever experienced it before. He rocked back and forth on her, squeezing her flat butt cheeks as if to prevent himself from cumming. Low, feral groans emitted from him, as he continued to push inside her delicate, but quickly loosening, ass. Then, he moved his right hand around to feel her wet vagina, and began making circular motions on her coffee bean.

  This eased the pain from her anus a great deal, and made it even more pleasurable. "I'm gonna come!" she heard herself say, he just grunted in return, and then pushed one of his spare fingers up into her vagina, at the same time as rewarding her with a mighty thrust on the back end. The combined sensation was too much for her to bare, and she erupted in an orgasm, releasing a great deal of liquid in the process, something which she'd never done before. "Mmmmmmm-aagghhhhhh" she moaned as she felt her entire body clench, release, then pulsate with the endorphin rush that flooded her body. "Ohhhhh... My..... God....." she moaned. But there was no time to rest, as he still had his cock inside her, and now resumed his thrusting to bring himself to climax. It didn't take long, and three good, solid thrusts later, he felt him tense and release, while squeezing her hips so much she yelped a little in pain. He gave a low, croaky moan, as he ejaculated, filling her back passage with cum. He stayed inside her for another minute, not wanting to take his cock out of the warm crevice it was lodged in, but eventually he pulled out, and she finally allowed herself to relax. He grabbed a napkin that his wine glass had been sitting on and began to wipe some of the overflow of goop away from her ass. But there was too much of it, and as she got back to an upright position, she felt tons of the sticky substance gush down into her ass and in between her thighs. She quickly pulled her thong and jeans back on over the mess, not wanting him to see her in such a mess, and she was relieved that he was distracted with cleaning himself up, then also pulled his jeans up, and started to fold up the blanket. All of a sudden, the atmosphere felt awkward, so she said "Excuse me" quietly, and got up to go find the nearest bathroom.