Romance: Craved by the Alien Lord: (BBW Scifi Alien Romance) (New Adult Alien Invasion Space Romance)

by Ruby Scott

  “I’m sure you know, I’ve never had sex before,” she said conversationally. Lee’s mouth dropped open slightly as she pushed her jeans over her wide hips, then tugged her red panties down over the thickness of her thighs. “And since I’m probably not going to be around that many humans…” she bit her lip and shrugged, watching the slow smile on Lee’s face get wider by the second.

  “You want me to…stamp your V-Card, I think I should say?” Lee asked, and as he rose, he pushed his silky black pants over his muscled hips. “I would be honored. I’m sure you noticed me noticing you, and I’m not going to pretend I haven’t developed a certain…fondness for you.”

  Amanda’s eyes widened as his cock—long and thick and already dripping with a silvery precum—sprang from the waistband of his pants.

  The smile on his face was satisfied and eager. Lee gripped the base of his thick cock with one hand and dragged his starlit gaze up and down Amanda’s curvy body, lingering on the black curls covering her vulva a little longer than the rest of her body. He licked his lips, and the stars in his eyes were swirling faster than she’d seen them move all night. “Do you want to get on the couch? We don’t have a lot of time. We can use a bed next time—if you want there to be a next time!” His voice was chock full of anxiety. “But there’s no bed in here. Like I said, we can use the couch. Then we can change, there’s a—“

  Amanda moved forward and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to press her lips against the fullness of his. He moaned in surprise, then slipped his arms around her waist and pushed her on the couch, falling on top of her as he tangled his tongue with hers. He tasted curiously smoky, as though his blood were made of flame instead of liquid—and it might have been so, based on the urgency of his actions.

  Amanda had hardly spread her thighs by the time he gripped her waist and pressed his slick, round head against the moist opening of her pussy. She shivered and closed her eyes as he pressed his hips forward, groaning in pleasure as her walls swallowed up his meaty shaft.

  “God,” she breathed, arching her back and throwing her breasts forward as he began to plunge his member between her thick thighs. He planted a trail of hot, wet kisses from her neck to her breasts, stopping to suck her nipple into his mouth and roll his tongue around its point until it grew erect, and she cried out sharply in ecstasy. Amanda moaned deliriously as his long cock reached places only her fingers had gone before, stretching and filling her deliciously.

  “Amanda,” Lee moaned, throwing his gorgeous head back as his stroke increased in speed. He was pulling on her black curls with one hand, and when he looked down at her, she could swear he wore a look of complete devotion. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  He was thrusting harder, his breath becoming ragged and quick as waves of pleasure enveloped their writhing bodies. The sounds of his body slapping against hers was all she could hear under their ecstatic moans. The head of his cock was brushing against Amanda’s g-spot, and as he thrust his hips passionately to match her wild bucking, her pleasure started to build toward a peak.

  “Lee, God, you’re amazing!” Amanda moaned. He kissed her passionately, massaging her tongue as he grunted into her mouth. She twisted his hair between her fingers as he beat her body against the soft couch, her hand sliding across the sweat beading on his glowing skin. His warm hands slipped under her body and gripped the flesh of her thick, soft ass, and Amanda screamed with pleasure as he pumped his hips against hers, holding her body in place while he drove his thick cock into her pussy again and again.

  “I’m coming!” he moaned into her neck, and Amanda thought, already? But then he started to rocket between her legs, grinding his weight against her sensitive, fleshy clit as she slammed his cock deep inside her. He walls tightened around his shaft, and she dug her nails into his back, gripping his hips with her thighs as he pounded her pussy and neared his release.

  When he came, Lee gripped her soft waist with both hands and buried his cock as far into Amanda’s thrashing body as he could go, shouting his pleasure to the stars as his essence exploded inside her. Amanda herself was screaming as her pussy twitched around his throbbing cock, rubbing her swollen clit with one finger to intensify her pleasure. They rocked their hips against one another a few more times, moaning weakly and kissing their sore lips gently as their lust receded.

  “Wow,” Amanda said as he stilled inside her. “That was…”

  “Wow,” Lee replied, and he smiled softly as he gazed down her, smoothing her curls away from her face. “You’re just…wow.”

  They both laughed, and eventually they laughed so hard they rolled off the couch and onto the padded floor. Lee bent over her, concerned, until she assured him she was okay, and somehow he ended up laying on top of her again, sheathed inside her while he stroked lazily and watched her moan. It proved too soon to go again, however, so he stopped and kissed her before pulling out again.

  “It was good for you, right?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  Amanda shook her head, and the smile on his face lit up his and face and warmed her heart.

  After he pulled out of her, she lay on her back feeling the cool foamy material under her skin and watching the stars zoom across the transparent ceiling for a long time. Space was so incredibly black and mind-bogglingly enormous; how had she been afraid that there wouldn't be something out there for her? She thought about what Lee had said, about renewing your term of service if you felt like it was a good fit. No one would make her leave if she didn’t want to; and by the sound of the program, she couldn’t imagine herself walking away from an opportunity like this. Lee’s eager passion was a definite bonus, and she blushed remembering how easy she had spread her legs for him, how slick with excited juices her thighs had become. Lee was beautiful and confident, but there was something else there, pulling her to him— something unique and deep and utterly intoxicating. He felt it too, judging by the way be looked at her and the way he said her name; coming from his lips, every Earth world sounded delicious and exotic.

  Just then, Amanda felt a warm, gentle pressure on her stomach and looked up to find Lee grinning at her from his side with one hand on her waist, the twinkling pinpoints in his eyes swirling around at dizzying speeds. He leaned over and kissed her, nibbling her lower lip before he pulled away and resumed his position on his side. His grin was breathtaking, transforming his entire face into a perfect expression of joy and admiration. Amanda could hardly believe it was for her. It felt like she was witnessing a natural wonder that had been gathering together and presented purely for her benefit. It was like the planetarium, but somehow more vibrant.

  “Are you OK? “ He asked gently. “You look about a mile away. “

  Amanda chuckled. “Yeah. I’m just… I can’t believe I’m this lucky. “

  Lee laughed. “You’re lucky? You just gave me my first time with a human, and it was incredible, on top of everything else. You’re beautiful and intelligent, and you have none of your sister’s abrasiveness. If you don’t mind me saying,” Lee said hurriedly. Amanda thought he might have blushed it he hadn’t been so brown.

  “I don’t mind, “ she admitted, reaching over to press her hand to the back or Lee’s head. “My sister can be pretty abrasive. “ She gently tugged her fingers through his silky locks, marveling at how soft his hair was. “You have to be nice, though, if you see her on layovers. “

  Lee laughed again, rich and long, and it made Amanda shiver. He slipped one hand under her back and massaged her skin, gazing down at her lovingly. Lovingly? She thought; we just met! Then she remembered what he said, about knowing her as well as he knew his home planet. Her heart did a somersault in her chest, and she pulled him close and kissed him, plunging her tongue into the warmth of his mouth as he fell forward and pressed his weight against her body again.

  Maybe we can grow this into something real, she thought; he really does seem willing. But am I?

  Lee’s thick, still-wet member hardened against the sof
tness of her thigh, and he ground his shaft along her soft skin, kissing her neck as he slowly undulated against her. She sighed as a desire stirred in her again and slid her legs apart to let him nestle his body between them again, his weight grinding pleasurable against her swollen clit. His chest pressed against her breasts, and she felt his heart thudding against hers. Amanda bucked her hips against him and wrapped her arms around his lower back.

  He moaned, then gently kissed her ear as he slipped the head of his cock along the sensitive folds of her pussy.

  “Round two? “ He asked hopefully. “Then we have to get dressed to meet the council. Are you ready for that?”

  Amanda paused, thinking about the planet they were heading toward, and the one they were leaving behind, now millions of miles away. She smiled as she answered Lee, thinking about what he’s said about her name being on a list as she wrapped her thighs around him and slid inside her wetness once more:

  “I was born ready. “

  THE END

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  Taken by the Bear

  by Ruby Scott

  "How long are you gonna keep that up?"

  Ella looked up from her desk, startled; she'd been gazing at the memorial pamphlet from Jacob's funeral, and now her eyes were blurry from re-reading the same block of text for three uninterrupted minutes. She'd forgotten her coworker was even there, in fact, and had assumed she'd walked away when her head bowed to study the pamphlet again. Rachel was still there, though, bespectacled face turned up to look at something above Ella's head. She felt the first stirrings of anger and was ready to defend herself, and then she turned to look at the wall, realizing the other woman was talking about the huge silk banner that read FAMILY FIRST INSURANCE.

  It had been carefully pinned there in 2010 when she'd first started working for the company, even before she grew so close to the staff. Before they were comfortable with her, before they'd stopped calling her Miss Morales in odd, formal tones and started inviting her over for dinners. She knew even then that this place--- a refuge only thirty miles away from the nearest sprawling city, but still so close-knit and rural that people knew every doctor and policeman by name and most doors were still unlocked at all times--- was the most special place she'd ever lived. She could feel the earth there sing to her bones, and the need to put down roots was so strong that she'd taken out a loan as soon as she found a job. For the first time since Brandon's death, she felt more than content and totally complete. None of the eight places she'd lived in the two years after her fiance's death had given her that, and this town had given her happiness consistently for five years.

  She studied the banner now, realizing what the impending name change really meant to her. They'd no longer be First Family, who put family first--a motto Ella found insufferably saccharine at first until she accepted the fact that every single employee believed in it, wholeheartedly. Jacob had liked to say that it was a requirement for working there. It was only half true. There was another requirement, one that only Ella was exempt from, until now.

  "I don't know," she said finally. "Maybe forever."

  Rachel looked at Ella closely. "You think the new boss will like that?"

  "I don't care," Ella said bluntly. "I like the reminder. I don't want to this place to get completely absorbed by some soulless parent company that runs a huge chain."

  "That's what a buyout is, though," said Rachel, her voice low as she looked over her shoulder. The new owner wasn't due until the next day, but most of the employees there avoided confrontation as if their lives depended on it. "And what if the new customers don't like it?"

  "They don't have to." Rachel tried to hide her shock, and Ella felt a frisson of regret; Rachel really was just trying to help, and she was being unnecessarily indelicate. Ella sighed, gathering her mane of dark brown hair into a ponytail to wring fretfully. Rachel was getting up to leave now, worry painted across her round face. She was probably going to get one of the other women in the office to try to come talk to her later. Ella felt bad but didn't have the energy to stop her. The old mother bear could take it.

  It seemed like everyone was doing much better after Jacob's death, even Rachel, who had been his niece. The rest of the staff weren't like Ella, though; she'd been orphaned at 10 years old, and when she'd turned 12, the types of homes that would take her as a foster child were rough at best. She preferred the streets. Until she was 18, she drifted aimlessly from home to home, then went off on her own, staying in shelters and renting rooms, going to community gatherings when she could so she could maintain her sanity and the sense of belonging she'd desperately craved. Then she'd met Brandon, a bear shifter, and they'd fallen in love.

  Ella fingered the ring she wore on a chain around her neck, bearing Brandon's inscription. Their engagement had been a natural progression from their close relationship and was barely even discussed before it was cemented. He proposed at the cafe where they met---he'd been working as a waiter, and she came in to see him every day. It was picturesque, and Ella could hardly believe it; the only other relationship she'd ever seen exist in such a storybook fashion was her parents', a love story she used as a model against all others. He was a once stoic Mexican immigrant who softened when he met the beautiful Choctaw ballet dancer at a party. They'd even died holding hands. Brandon never made it to their wedding day, however. He was hit by a car crossing the street on the way to work, a month before the wedding. It was what spurred her wanderlust, and it was why it took her eight towns before she decided to try again.

  Now her world was changing again. The man who found her crying in a diner and took her in, giving her a job and helping her find a new place, was gone. Jacob became the father she'd never had, not caring that she wasn't a shifter herself, but understanding what grief does. He introduced her to the largest group of shifters she'd ever been around---his company. Each employee was family or a family friend, and all of them were shifters. It was illegal, but if insurance companies found out that you were a lycanthrope or even worked closely with them, they would try to cut you off. They were almost always successfully. Until legislation tightened the loopholes, Family First--- and other small insurance companies---catered exclusively to shifters and their loved ones. They'd operated for thirty years, until Jacob Smith's fatal heart attack. His widow couldn't run the business on her own, and no one else had the acumen to take over everything Jacob handled. So they'd had to sell, and were becoming a part of Burney Insurance, a growing chain with at least one office in each of the lower 48 states.

  "Ella."

  She looked up from her desk, annoyed to see Rachel there. Her annoyance was replaced by fear when she realized that Rachel was wearing her bad news face---huge eyes, pinched mouth, shoulders slightly hunched.

  "What is it, Rachel?" Ella asked softly.

  Rachel took a deep breath.

  "The new boss wants to see you in his office."

  Ella felt like she was marching to her execution. She stopped several times to adjust her dress over her curves, cursing her wide hips for making pencil skirts creep up her backside. Ella was comfortable with her body most of the time, even loved it, but knowing the new boss wanted to see you because he'd probably overheard you trash talking him sapped every bit of confidence from her body. She examined herself in the small hand mirror in the ladies room before she went in, grateful her dark brown hair was neatly styled, at least. The door was open, but she knocked on the frame before stepping in.

  A man with impossibly broad shoulders stood with his back turned, head bowed over something in his hands. He wore a navy blue vest over a
white shirt and crisp navy pants. She could see that he was heavily muscled and caught herself gazing at the snug seat of his pants for a few moments before he spoke. "Close the door, please." He still hadn't moved.

  She closed the door quietly, taking a seat in an unfamiliar green chair on the near side of the desk. He had a thick head of rich brown hair, wavy and expertly styled. Ella wondered how long it took, then wondered why she was thinking about her new boss' hair instead of ways to get out of trouble. She could pull the grief card because she was still grieving. Her train of thought stopped when he turned around and settled his cool gray eyes on her. He was handsome, but that wasn't it; her mind cast about, trying to figure out where she'd seen the square jaw, dense eyelashes, and capacious nose. Then she realized she'd seen it at Jacob's funeral. She didn't know if this meant something good or bad.

  The man sat down, and she noticed a nameplate on the new desk: ETHAN JAMES. Her eyebrows crinkled.

  "Something wrong?" He said. When she met his eyes again, she felt jarring sensation like she'd been jostled on a train.

  "Uh..no," she mumbled. "I was expecting your last name to be Burney."

  He smiled pleasantly, and it didn't reach his eyes. She felt a desperate swooping feeling in her stomach. Ella closed her eyes. "My grandfather's name," he explained. "I understand you expected a lot of things."

  "Sir," Ella started, reaching for words that weren't there. "I'm so sorry." Ethan held up a hand, and Ella was glad because she was done. "I understand regime changes aren't the easiest things to deal with. But I'd like to clear some things up. This is not a soulless conglomerate or anything like it."