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

by Riley Forrest

  Chapter 2

  After three cups of strong, sugary coffee Amanda felt more awake. She'd had a long shower the night before, so brushed her teeth, blow dryed her hair into a sleek, professional looking bob, and went to work with her makeup in an effort to hide the fact that she'd been crying her eyes out. Alex may have gotten her into bed - well - into sex on a plane, but that didn't mean she had to let him see how emotionally distraught she was at the prospect of being jilted by him. At any rate, he hadn't actually said he no longer wanted to see her, had he? She went over the sequence of events again in her mind while putting on her tights. What had actually happened, she tried hard to think, but the residue of the wine was making her head foggy, and she wanted to avoid getting a headache. Snippets came back to her, them making mad, passionate love on their aisle of seats in First Class, them riding in a town car, but not saying a word, him talking angrily into a mobile and acting like she didn't exist, her storming up to her room, breaking down into floods of tears, ordering a meal she hardly ate, and then passing out on the bed. That sounded about right, except she knew she had a shower somewhere in between, and she couldn't believe he wouldn't have called her, or at least left her a voice message on her phone - her phone! She thought, realising she hadn't checked it all morning. Normally it was the very first thing she did after checking the time, but she'd been in such a stupor, that she'd completely neglected to find her beloved iPhone. She scrambled toward a leather armchair where her trendy trench coat had been dumped unceremoniously, dug into the pocket, and was immediately gutted to find that it was dead. She dug around in her Louis Vuitton to find her wall charger, pulled it out, then realised she'd forgot to pack a travel adaptor for the EU, and her UK plug wasn't going to fit.

  This time her frustration at the situation brought her to tears and warm droplets streamed down her freshly made up face. "Oh great, now I'm going to have to do my makeup again. Balls!" she sobbed. Her nose filled with snot, and she went to grab a tissue from the bathroom before she got her blouse wet and snotty as well. Just as she entered the toilet cubicle, she heard a brusque knock on the door - different to the polite one she'd received earlier from room service. Her heart lurched as she knew it would be him. Alex. The last man she wanted to see right now, especially in this state, but she knew she really didn't have a choice. In three strides she was at the door, but instead of flinging it open, as she felt like doing, she took a deep breath, braced herself, then said in a cool, almost haughty voice, "Who is it?"

  "It's Alex," came the reply, "Can I come in?" he said. She couldn't read his tone at all, it sounded fairly neutral - certainly not apologetic in any way, but then she supposed a man like Alex didn't have to apologise very often. She plastered a stony look on her face, determined not to let him know that she was ridiculously upset, but also not wanting him to completely get away with how he'd treated her either. He was fully dressed in a designer suit, she noted, but no tie, and although he looked freshly groomed and smelt of the same lemony fresh aftershave that had attracted her to him in the first place, she could see that he'd had little sleep and the crinkles around his eyes made him look a lot older than he normally did.

  "Rough night?" She said haughtily, unable to suppress her anger at the way he'd disposed of her when he was finished with her, as if she were some kind of common prostitute, or easy lay, not the same girl who worked for him at Advertech who he'd commended for having great ideas, and a whole lot of potential.

  He didn't take the bait, instead he walked past her into the room as if he was perfectly welcome, made his way to the trolley, and poured himself a coffee which was still hot in its pot. He didn't smile at her, or make make any effort to put her at ease. Instead, he sat down at the bureau, pulled out his iPhone and began checking his messages. Rage began to fill Amanda's body, "Just who does he think he is!" Her internal voice shouted. "I mean, It's like he's pretending nothing happened between us at all!" Being the stunning young woman she was, Amanda wasn't used to having her affections unrequited. Part of her wondered if it was actually Alex she was upset about, or whether it was just her pride that had taken a big hit. Probably a combination of both, she suspected. Even so, seeing him sat in her room, cool as a cucumber, she couldn't help but feel the lustful feelings for him start to return. He was a handsome fellow after all, with his sandy blond hair that occasionally fell into his sparkling green eyes, and his chiseled chin, broad shoulders and rugby star physique. But there was something else she was attracted to over and above his good looks, it was, she realised shamefully, at least in part, his arrogance. The very thing that was now causing her so much distress.

  She never pegged herself as being the type of girl to be turned on by an arrogant prick, having always gone for the guy that would treat her like a princess, but now, it was safe to say that she'd been well and truly schooled. And before she could stop herself, she strode over to Alex, snatched the iPhone out of his hand, slammed it on the table, and began to straddle him, rubbing the crotch of her pant-suit against his. "Is this what you want? Alex, Mr Fucking Simons? You want me, huh? Well, you fucking got me OK!" she hissed in his ear, ripping apart his expensive shirt, not caring about the damage she was doing to it as the buttons went flying. "Amanda - I -" was all he could manage to utter before she stuck her tongue in his mouth, moving it around furiously, and down into his throat. He tried to resist, and even went so far as to try to shove her off him, but she wouldn't budge, and responded by kissing him even harder, and writhing around on his suited cock, which had not surprisingly stiffened. He soon gave up resisting, and was now kissing her back full force, biting her lower lip, and giving her blouse the same treatment that she'd given his shirt. The fact that she didn't have a spare top in her bag didn't stop her, she was far too turned on, and enjoying his newfound roughness immensely. Their first session on the plane hadn't exactly been gentle, but they certainly hadn't jostled like this. Now she felt overrun with passion and anger, and she channeled all into onto him, vigorously biting his neck, and shoving her hand down his now loosened pants.

  She felt his rock solid cock pop out of the slit in his silky boxers, a different pair than he'd worn the day before; of course, he'd probably had his house maid pack a couple of extra pairs for precisely this reason. She grabbed his cock hard, not worrying about hurting him anymore; in fact, she hoped she did. He gave a rather high pitched yelp, then a groan as he began to pump her fist up and down his erect shaft. The veins in his vessel pulsated and the end of his smooth helmet turned purple. Small dribbles of cum began to escape, and she knew she had him going. He tried to loosen her slacks and get into her knickers, but she was having none of it. "Don't. You. Dare" she barked, in a voice that even she didn't recognise. "You're not going to have the satisfaction of touching me until I say so, got it?" She demanded. He was too taken aback to say anything, and gave a quick nod, then pulled his hands back to rest on the arms of the chair. She took the break in action as a chance to go down on him, something she hadn't had a chance to do in their fitful 45 minutes of passion on yesterday's flight.

  She knelt down and ran the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the salty liquid that had emerged. A few more licks and then she she took him inside her hot, puffy mouth, which had swollen up as a result of their angry kisses. He made a low moaning sound as she sucked his helmet, then slowly moved her mouth up and down, maintaining pressure and not breaking the seal, as if his cock were now the plane they had ridden, and her mouth was the exit, her lips the seal around the door. The thought of the plane, and what they'd done on it, got her hot, and she grabbed his hand and rubbed it over her pert nipples which had fallen out of her black, lacey bra. All the while sucking his cock, making sure not to break its firm seal. He appreciated the effort and thrust forward to let her know so, then, unable to take it anymore she broke away from him, pulled down her knickers and slacks in one quick movement, and hoisted herself down onto his perfectly straight cock.

  "Mnnnaghhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk" th
ey said in unison, "ohhhh fuck, oooh fuckkkk!!!" he cried, "Don't you fucking dare cum," she cried, no way was she going to let him off that easy. She wanted another good riding, except this time it was her who was going to ride him. As she continued to push down on him, he fondled her tits, squeezing her rock hard nipples, and trying to catch them in his mouth. She let him and the feeling of his wet mouth on her hard nipples was nearly enough to send her to climax. But she didn't want it to end, so she stopped rocking, slid off him then stalked over to the bed like a cat demanding its mate see to her. She lay back on the bed, spread-eagled, threw off her bra so she was now completely naked, and spread her lips gently apart with her right hand. The look on his face said it all. She was a beauty, and the pink clit that she was now rubbing was the focus of all his attention. He jumped up and over to her, and returned the oral pleasure she had given him by putting his mouth over her openness, and sucked on the bean shaped clit until it swelled up and went hard. Then he jammed two fingers into her, no longer taking the care he had done the day prior, and the roughness made her yell in ecstasy.

  "Fuck me," she panted, "Just fucking fuck me! Nowww" And now, she was getting her way, as he stood up, and slipped his ridiculously huge, stiff cock deep inside her. "Aghhhhhh," she cried in pleasure, beyond caring about any passersby that may be listening to the wrought scene. "Is this what you wanted, baby?" he asked, his breath ragged as he spoke, "You wanted this, didn't you, it's all you wanted isn't it. You're a dirty little girl, Amanda, now I'm going to punish you," It was the first full sentence he'd spoken to her since arriving at her room, and the nastiness in his tone made her temporarily snap out of her reverie. She hoped he was only role-playing, she knew she, was. After all, it was good to let your emotions like this once in a while...He pounded her they were both starting to get so sore that it was almost no longer pleasurable. He went down on her again to moisten her up, and again stuck two fingers in, plus another in her ass. It hadn't received any attention from her since the day before, and opened to let his finger in, but the soreness from yesterday's workout returned and sent her nerve endings going wild. She gasped, thinking she might just come, but then before she knew it, he had flipped her over, and shoved himself inside her anus and went in deep up into her rectum, what little resistance he met, he pushed right through and she felt herself disappear, as the sensation that this caused flooded her entire mind, body and soul. Her mind went completely white, and she barely became aware of his final forceful thrust in her ass, which resulted in a huge gush of hot fluid trailing out of her and pooling down the inside of her thighs. He used some of the moisture to lube up her pussy, and with a few final jabs of his fingers inside her cunt hole, she came more intensely than she ever had before, liquid from her melding with his, until it wasn't clear which had come from where.

  After the intense feeling, she let her whole body relax, and flopped down on the bed, not bothering to acknowledge his presence or the intense joy he had just given her. He was breathing pretty heavily too, got up, and flopped down beside her, his arm touching hers, which caused the hair on her arms to stand up, as if she could not control her body's reactions to his touch. He seemed to pick up on this, as he turned to face her with a sly smile on his lips. But then he moved his hand over to her stomach, and began gently stroking and caressing her, as if she was a cherished pedigree cat that he'd bought as a pet. Still the warmness of the gesture made her think that maybe all was not lost, and that he did in fact like her. At the very least, he could not deny that they had crazy, awesome, mindblowing sex.

  They lay like that for a few minutes, until she instinctively arched her neck to look at the digital display of the alarm clock. She groaned when she saw the time was nearly 9 o'clock, as she knew he had to be live on stage at the trade show at exactly 10am sharp. He seemed to pick up on her thoughts as he summoned himself up from the bed, did up his shirt, and pulled his suit pants back on, smoothing out the creases in the expensive material as he went. He started to say, "Amanda...." But she didn't let him finish, "Don't," she said, "Just. Don't. OK. I don't want to talk about this now. Let's just get on and do what we came here to do. Give your talk at AdWorld, and then take me home to Bristol, please. Then we can both forget this ever happened."

  "But what if I don't want to forget?" he implored, a trace of emotion in his voice - the first time she'd heard it from him.

  "Well, you need to because we work together, and you have a wife, and clearly, I'm just a bit of fun for you. It's so obvious after the way you treated me yesterday on the way to the hotel," she felt the emotions welling up inside her again, but was determined to hold it together this time.

  "Amanda, I can explain. I -" He started. But she refused to hear it. She shook her head violently, refusing to look at him, as if she was afraid that her resolve may dissipate if she so much as looked him in the eye. "I said, 'Don't'! I don't want to talk about it. It's over, let's just leave it at that." and with that, she stormed into the bathroom, shut the door, prayed that he would go away so she could cry in peace.

  Chapter 3

  Four hours later, Amanda sat stony-faced in the Executive Lounge at Barcelona Airport. Alex sat at the other end of the lounge vigorously typing on his Mac, occasionally glancing up to try to make eye contact, which she deftly avoided. "Come on, hurry up and board!' she thought, totally fed up by now after an exhausting few hours at AdWorld, where she'd had to suppress her emotions and plaster a fake smile on when talking to potential clients and investors. Even worse was the steady stream of people coming up to Alex, congratulating him on an excellent presentation, and then looking over to Amanda eagerly awaiting an introduction to the beautiful girl by his side. She put on a great act, and Alex looked immeasurably relieved when he saw her gracefully shake the hand of every business associate he spoke to. To anyone who didn't know them, they looked like the professional business duo they were, the powerful and charismatic CEO, accompanied by the young, rising star of his company. Anyone who did know them would quickly have realised however that all was not well, and beneath the fake smiles was enough tension to stop knife. After all, it wasn't often they made absolutely no eye contact while standing in the same room together. If Amanda did go back to work, she was sure the omniscient Eva would pick up on the fact that something had happened between them, especially as she would already be looking for evidence - she made that clear enough when Amanda had left the office on Tuesday afternoon.

  Amanda huffed to herself at the thought of having to face Eva back at the office, that's if she decided she would in fact go back to her job, which was looking less likely by the second. Unable to sit still for a minute longer she leapt out of her seat and headed out into the terminal in search of a sandwich and a smoothie. She didn't bother to look around to Alex to see if he was alarmed by her leaving the departure lounge. Let him panic, she thought, but there was still another 40 minutes until they were due to take off so she would have plenty of time to grab a refreshment. She just hoped the plane would be half empty again so she wouldn't need to sit next him. And this time, she certainly wouldn't let herself end up underneath him! "Better grab something to read," she thought to herself, and walked over to a magazine stand that also had smoothies and pre-wrapped chorizo baguettes for sale. She grabbed a couple of fashion mags, a baguette and a strawberry and banana smoothie. Then headed back to the departure lounge to munch on her feast, and continue to ignore him.

  Twenty minutes later, boarding finally began, and as they were in First Class their seat numbers were called first. Her wishes were answered as yet again, they were the only two people in First Class. She handed a ticket to a male steward and asked if it would be possible to take a different seat. He gave her a quizzical seat, then quickly said "Of course, madam," so she took one as far away as possible from where Alex was now sitting, pulled out another magazine, and began to distractedly flip the pages. She could feel his eyes boring into her back, but when she gave a quick throw of the head backwards, he moved his head down to his
laptop, so as not to catch her eye. "Good," she thought triumphantly, "At least he knows the score." But what "the score" actually was, she wasn't really sure. As the plane filled up behind her, she tried to process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. He hadn't outright rejected her, yet he had treated her like an ass, and hadn't apologised. He'd also not told her he liked her, although clearly he did like having sex with her. In his defense, she hadn't put up any protest to his moves, and arguably was the one to have initiated, at least that morning at the hotel. His cocky arrogance was what was really getting under her skin. He seemed to know the power he had over her, and maybe that's what was making her so mad. That he just expected her to relent to him, regardless of the fact that he was married, regardless of the fact that he was her CEO and her boss's boss.

  Finally, the fasten seat belt signs went on, and she felt the plane begin to taxi. 3 minutes later they were in the air, and the hostess came around with an obligatory glass of champagne. Amanda knew she should stick to orange juice but then thought "screw it" and took a flute of the stewardesses tray. The alcohol hit her bloodstream, and she looked out of the tiny window, and saw the vast expanse of blue sky stretch out before her. For the first time that day, she was able to relax, and stopped worrying about whatever Alex, Eva, or anyone else might think about her. She tilted her head to lean against the side of the plush chair, and without meaning to, drifted off to sleep.