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

by Riley Forrest

  “Who started this?”

  I was too quick to reply. “She did.”

  “What did she say?”

  “Something about gossiping about a guy,” I muttered.

  “Ah,” Mrs. Cooper said. “Are you two arguing over a guy?”

  “No, we’re not. Well, I wasn’t at least.”

  “And that led into a heated argument, am I right?”

  I nodded. It wasn’t exactly a heated argument, but I wasn’t about to correct the principal.

  “Very well, Miss. Jones.” She said. “You may leave.”

  Just like that?

  “You won’t even give me anything to do as a punishment?” I asked, blinking.

  She grabbed her glasses back from her desk and put it on, slowly. “Did you want me to, Miss. Jones?”

  Damn, I was starting to like this teacher. “No, not exactly, Mrs. Cooper. Thanks for letting me go on this one.”

  “Just don’t do this again, alright?” I nodded. “Now, send Miss. Bate in. I need to have a word with her.”

  I thanked her for the last time before I stepped out. Kate Bate was waiting for her name to be called when I came out. I smirked at her, before saying, “your turn, Bate.”

  “You better watch your back, Jane. I’m not someone to mess with,” the blonde bitch retorted before I flicked my hair in her direction. I could just bet my ass that that gesture had her rolling her eyes, and probably wanting to pull my hair off my scalp.

  “Good luck on detention, Miss. Bate.” I mocked, chuckling quietly to myself when I nearly walked into someone. Well, actually, I did walk into someone. My forehead hit a massive and tough wall that had me crying out in pain, and clutching my forehead. Ow. Talk about pain.

  Morals kicking in, I quickly apologized. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

  “No need to apologize, Miss. Jones. It was my fault for not looking where I was going.” I looked up from the sound of that voice. “Are you alright, though?”

  Shit. It was my chemistry teacher.

  “I’m fine,” I said as I quickly dropped my hands to my sides. Like I had just touched something and got burnt. “What are you doing here?” I couldn’t look at him.

  “I was going to see how you and Miss. Bate was going. But it’s obvious that you’re already done wit, Mrs. Cooper. Did you get a detention?”

  I felt myself blush as I shook my head. “No.” Was I supposed to say yes?

  “Good.”

  Surprised, I looked up at him and found Greg staring back at me. I flushed deeper. “Aren’t you supposed to be saying that I should have been punished by what I’ve done in class?”

  He shrugged. “Why would I? It was obvious that Miss. Bate has started the argument. I wasn’t just too happy with you calling her a bitch, though.”

  “So, you’re not mad?”

  He shook his head. “Come on. I want to talk to you.”

  I followed him as he led us back to his classroom. There weren’t many students around anymore since it was home time. Not even a living soul could be seen in his classroom.

  “What did you want to discuss?” I asked, as soon as the door shut closed behind us.

  “I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday. It was wrong of me to have taken advantage of you like that. It wasn’t right.”

  “What do you mean?” This was what I feared him saying.

  “You were right. You are still right. Just didn’t realize it until now. What we did yesterday wasn’t right. Not at all. But it is what it is. I’ve finally decided to talk to you about this because I would like to apologize.”

  “Greg, no.” I whispered. I walked over to him, stopping just a few inches away. “I don’t want you to apologize to me. What we did yesterday was wrong. Yes, I do admit that. But please, don’t ever apologize.”

  “But I took advantage of you!” he said.

  I shook my head. “You didn’t. You never did.”

  “Goodness help me but I want you. I don’t know what it is that I’m feeling right now. But it isn’t right. We can’t go on like this, Jane.” He called me by my first name. Hearing him say my name had me lighting up, and smiling up at him.

  Reaching out, I touched his cheek and stood on my toes so that our faces were a mere inch apart. “I want you, too, Greg. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

  “No, Jane.” He unlatched himself from me, walking over to the window as he stared outside. “We can’t do this. You’re my student and I’m your teacher. This can’t happen between us.”

  “Yes, it can.” I said, stubbornly.

  I followed him to the window and made sure to press my soft body against his hard ones. He seemed not to be as immune as he claimed to be for I heard him suck in a breath. I whispered into his ear. “Come on, big guy. Show me what you got.” I rubbed my breasts against his back, winning him over as he finally let out a growl.

  I was turn to my back and I found myself against the wall once again. His head descended and sought my mouth. I cried out when he ravished me completely. His lips moving over mine in such a hungry manner that I found my head reeling. He had his body pressed hard against my body, his cock rubbing hard against my soft belly. I let out a breathless moan.

  “We have to be quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “Otherwise people would hear.” Nodding in understanding, I bit down on my lip when he lifted me up and had me wrapping my legs around his waist. With our new position it brought our sexes to glide together in spite of our clothing. I was too focused on my pleasure that I barely noticed him sucking on my neck. The sucking motion had my eyes rolling at the back of my head.

  “You taste so fucking good. I’ve missed this neck, baby.” He said against my flesh, continuing to kiss the delicate curve of my nape.

  “I love it when you do that.”

  Chapter Five

  This is it, I thought. There is no turning back anymore. There would be no regrets or any other negative thoughts that would hit me later on once I decided to ride my chemistry teacher’s dick. I needed him. Right now and right here. Greg seemed to feel the same thing for he moved us from the wall, and down to his desk. He pushed pens and paper out of the way before laying me down, gently. We were both breathing hard and heavy. His chest heaving as my full breasts moved against the thin material of my dress.

  Pulling the hem of my dress up until it bunched around my waist, Greg pulled back to inspect the wetness that dripped down between my thighs. I laid back on his desk, letting him take his fill as he spread my legs further apart. I laid quivering under his scrutiny, his face contorted with such concentration that I nearly laughed aloud.

  “Come on, Greg.” I taunted. “Just get to it already.”

  Growling, he grabbed the waistband of my lace panties and tugged it down. I felt his eyes on my pussy as he reached out and a slipped a hand and cupped me fully. With my back arched, I let out a moan and moved my hips in time with his rhythm. He ran his hand up and down my pussy, as if he was learning the feel of me in his hand.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” he growled.

  I sank my teeth down my bottom lip when he parted the lips of sex. He inspected that tight bundle of nerves before I felt him touch me there. My hips bucked and a loud moan slipped out. Fuck. His touch was like a drug to me. I couldn’t wait for his cock to slip in and pound into me.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “I need your big dick inside of me, Greg.” I told him, inviting him in. “I need you. Please.”

  “Gladly.”

  I watched with hooded eyes as he tore at his belt and lowered his zipper down. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slip down to his knees. I could see a wet patch on his boxers already. It seemed that he had a little accident, I thought with a smirk.

  He must have sensed that I was smirking at him, for he pulled my hips closer and jammed the head of his cock in. I nearly screamed when he thrust in fully into me. I grab
bed the edge of the desk, holding myself as he pounded into me.

  “Ahh, fuck!” Greg yelled, letting the words out so loudly.

  So much as for being quiet, I thought.

  “More, Greg!” I said, meeting his thrusts for thrusts. I was so close and I didn’t even need stimulation in my clit. With his cock driving in and out of me, I didn’t have the problem of coming with just his big dick inside of me. I came with a shout, feeling him come later on.

  ***

  We both came to our senses the moment the aftermath of the sex wore of. As we both had dressed, neither of us talked as I put my dress back to place. The realization that neither of us had used any protection was still lingering in my mind. I wasn’t too worried about it, though, since I was on the pill. And surely, Greg didn’t have any diseases.

  “Are you sure your still okay with me not using a condom?” Greg asked for the millionth time.

  I nodded, waving his concern away. “I seriously don’t even care right now. Even though you’re the first guy to take me without a condom on, I trust you and your judgement. Plus, I’m on the pill, too.”

  “I’m clean. No diseases. I just got myself checked last week. I can promise you that.”

  “I know,” I said and smiled.

  We parted and went on our separate ways, but not without a kiss. That kiss left my head reeling as I went on my way. I drove home and reached my house in less than ten minutes. There weren’t much people around since it was a weekday and people were normally relaxing. Climbing onto my bed, I wondered what Greg was doing right now.

  The sex that we had shared earlier was fantastic. It was sinful and sexy. Greg was sexy while he was pounding into me so roughly. Not only he was good-looking, but also made to be in bed. He had made me come twice as soon as I came with his cock. He had repeatedly rolled my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. That gesture had sent me into a frenzy and had me coming over and over again.

  Just thinking about it had me twisting and squirming. “Jane?” My mother called from outside my door.

  “Yes, mom?” I sat up immediately.

  “You home already?”

  “Yep!”

  “You hungry, yet?”

  “No, not really. I’m just gonna come down, mom, and grab something to eat if I get hungry.”

  There was a brief silence before I heard her footsteps down the hall. Falling back on the bed, I wondered what had my mother acting so weirdly these days. Shaking the thought aside, I grabbed my books off the floor and went through the chemistry lesson I had today. Though, I hadn’t focused that much, at least I knew the basics. And besides, I had a hot teacher to fulfill my lack of knowledge.

  I laughed at the thought. I was becoming so addicted to Greg already. Just as I had always been the first moment he stepped into the classroom, and replaced our old boring teacher. Whom I was glad had retired. Otherwise, Greg would never have been here. And we would never have met and had sex.

  I bit my bottom lip, stopping the giggle that nearly slipped past my mouth. You need to focus, Jane, I thought to myself. I reminded myself that I couldn’t have distractions this year.

  ***

  “We need to stop doing this,” Greg said against my lips as he pushed us back into his apartment. We stumbled inside. Our clothes dropping to the floor as his hands roamed over my body.

  I let out a bark of laughter. “I know you don’t want to stop,” I told him as he pushed me against his wall.

  He pulled back to look into my eyes. They were flashing with desire and passion as he nodded. “You’re right. Which is why I’m gonna fuck you hard against this wall. Then, after that, I’m gonna take you on my couch then possibly my bedroom.”

  I shivered at the idea. I smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

  He gave a satisfied groan and began mauling me against the wall again. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head, trapping them there as he wedged a leg between my thighs. I moaned when the rough denim of his jeans rubbed mercilessly against my pussy. I threw my head back, letting him suck on my neck as he thrust his hips hard against mine.

  “Greg!” I groaned, my clit throbbing from the lack of attention.

  My arms fell down at my sides when he let me go. I let out a louder moan when he began unbuttoning my jeans. I stood on my toes, helping him get the material down to my feet. Passion and desire rolled in my veins as he finally lowered the zipper, and he pushed my jeans down until it bunched around my knees. I cried out in relief when I felt his hand inside my panties. Finding that little bundle of nerves that throbbed and ached from the lack of release.

  I was too sensitive and a little sore from yesterday’s sex already. Greg had been insatiable and hadn’t let me come home until it was seven in the evening. Since my parents weren’t the strict kind, I was allowed to come home at any time I wanted. Though, they must be getting a little suspicious with me coming home lately.

  I shoved the thought aside when I felt Greg’s hand slipping through the wet lips of my pussy. I held my breath as he cupped me, then flicking my clit with his fingers—hard—that had my eyes rolling at the back of my head.

  “Flick it harder.” I pushed my hips toward him, wanting him to touch me and jam his fingers in. But Greg wasn’t feeling merciful today. Instead, he stopped doing what he was doing earlier and slipped a finger in. He finger-fucked me slowly. Torturously until I was telling him to move his finger faster. I needed to come right now. But I was unable to do that with him torturing me. So in revenge, I reached down between us and grabbed his balls. I gave his cock a squeeze, smirking in satisfaction when he let out a groan.

  “Stop it.” He said, though he didn’t make a move to stop me.

  “I’ll stop once you’ve made me come,” I bargained.

  He chuckled. “Deal.”

  He jammed another finger and began thrusting in and out of me. I let go of his cock, and grabbed onto his shoulder blades instead. “Fuck you’re just tight as a virgin,” Greg said.

  I made as much sounds as I could. No one would hear me apart from us. But as Greg once told me that he prepared me voicing out my pleasure rather than me being quiet. Which I preferred too since what he was doing was too much. And sent me over the edge.

  Blood soared in my veins and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down to find Greg’s semen all over my stomach and a pussy. I looked up to find him staring at me with an apologetic smile no his face.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was meant to pull it back in my pants. But I lost control.”

  “Shh,” I placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

  “You sure?”

  I nodded and smiled at him in reassurance.

  “Let’s take this over to my couch,” Greg said before he lifted me up and threw me on the sofa. I let out a squeak before his body fell atop mine, and he was ravishing my mouth again. I didn’t hesitate opening myself to him as he nudged my legs apart. Feeling the heat of his cock at my entrance, I wrapped my thighs around him that caused his dick to jam itself inside of me. We groaned at the gesture.

  Greg planted his palms on either side of me and began to pound his cock into me. The sound of our flesh slapping echoed around the room. The smell of our arousal lingered in the air. My cries mingling with his groans as the lower parts of our bodies slapped together. The pleasure became too much when he hit my g-spot. Causing me to jerk back in response.

  “You like it when I hit your g-spot, babe?”

  I nodded, unable to form a sentence.

  “What do you want me to do?” he whispered into my ear. His breath fanning my cheek as his cock pounded into me.

  “Need to come,” I told him.

  “Is that what you want me to do? To make you come until you’re too sore?” I nodded.

  “Your wish is my command.” He picked up the pace and had the couch moving beneath us. His thrusts were hard and forceful and definitely created that familiar build-up in the pit
of my stomach. I held onto his biceps, feeling the muscles bunched beneath my fingertips as he moved restlessly above me. His face contorted with pleasure and concentration that nearly brought me over the edge. Greg was a generous lover and had always made sure that I find my moment. And this was one of those times. I threw my head and came. Biting down on my lip, but it was too late. The loud sound had escaped and I convulsed around him.

  Chapter Six

  “You ever been in love, Jane?” Greg asked, as he played with the strands of my hair. I shook my head. We were in his bedroom and tucked in his bed. The sheets covered my breasts while it came about to his torso. We had just made love and still basking in the afterglow of it when his question threw me aback.

  I lifted my head and looked at him. “Have you been in love?”

  “I guess I did once,” he said as he toyed with my hair. “I think it was more of an infatuation than love, really.”

  “What happened?”

  “It just didn’t work out.”

  “What didn’t?”

  “My relationship with her.” Greg had this far-away look on his face that said he was lost in the memory he was reliving. “I thought I was in love with her but it turned out that I wasn’t. It was just a fantasy I’ve created inside my head.”

  My heart ached for him for experiencing that. “Why did you end the relationship?”

  Greg shook his head. “I didn’t end it. She did.”

  “Oh.”

  “It was better that way, though. She turned out to be a cold, back-stabbing bitch. I didn’t know how I fell for her. Let alone thought I loved her.” He gave a snort and shook his head. “I don’t know what had gotten into me, then. I must have been out of my mind.”

  “You must have been,” I agreed.

  “Let’s not talk about her anymore,” he said. “Thinking about her makes me sick.”

  I nodded and snuggled up to him. He pulled me tighter to him, our body heat mingling as he kissed me on the forehead. “Sooner or later this is going to have to end.”