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

by Riley Forrest

  “Greg,” I moaned.

  “Jane,” he groaned back.

  As if on cue, his head descended and he took my lips with his. My mouth parted for his intrusion. His tongue delved in and he began to kiss me, hungrily. Reaching up between us, I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands still hadn’t left my ass. He kneaded them, pressing my crotch hard against his cock. I tore my mouth away and moaned, loudly. Too loudly that he placed a hand on my mouth, telling me to keep it down.

  Nodding, I sought his mouth once more and began to kiss him again. Our tongues crashed and dueled as he pressed me harder against the board. He was grinding his dick against my denim-clad pussy. His hands had left my butt, but they were now sliding under my shirt. My nipples were hard against the cups of my bra as he reached them. His fingers made quick work of the clasp, and the straps fell down my shoulder blades.

  I sucked in a breath when he took my bare mounds into his hands. His hands felt massive against my breasts as he rolled, and pinched the nubs. A jolt of desire shot down my spine. Mainly focusing on my clit as it continued to throb and ache. I needed to come right now. But with Greg sucking on my neck, his hands at my breasts, I couldn’t find a way to give myself relief. So, I did the closest thing. I grinded back against him.

  I let out a quiet moan when the rough denim of my pants touched my clit. He was gyrating his hips back against me. When that wasn’t enough, I pulled his hand out of my shirt and got him to cup my sex through my jeans. He didn’t disappoint when he finally realized what I wanted.

  “Please,” I pleaded with him.

  “Hold on, baby.” He said, and slipped his hand inside my panties. I was soaking wet by the time he slipped his fingers through my folds, and found my aching clit. I moaned when he caressed that little bundle of nerves. My hips moved when he inserted a finger inside me, making me bite down harder on my bottom lip to suppress the moan that nearly spilled past my lips.

  I threw my head back and rode his fingers. I was braced awkwardly against the board, but neither of us cared.

  Chapter Three

  A mental cautiousness knocked me out of the trance Greg and I was placed in. I tore my mouth away and pushed him away from me, surprising us both as he stumbled backward. I breathed heavily through my mouth, taking a lungful of air as I tried to wrap my head around what had happened.

  “Jane,” Greg began.

  “We shouldn’t have done that.” I told him, giving my head a shake to clear the webs that lingered in my brain cells.

  His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. It wasn’t from desire this time. “What are you trying to say?” he said through gritted teeth.

  “Look, I have to go.” I said, pulling away from him as I headed over to my desk. “We shouldn’t have done that, at all.” I kept on repeating those same words inside my head as I grabbed my bag, and books before I clutched them toward my chest. Lucky, he didn’t unbutton my jeans or my blouse.

  “Miss. Jones.” I closed my eyes briefly before I opened them back up again. I guessed we were back to formalities again.

  I didn’t bother turning around when I spoke. “Yes?” I said.

  “Let’s just forget what happened just now. You’re right. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, anyway. That was the biggest mistake I have ever done. Good night, Miss. Jones. I will see you tomorrow.”

  I walked out of his classroom feeling not only used, but rejected in spite of what had happened between us. I wiped at the tears rolling down my cheeks, telling myself that what we had done was wrong. I was the first one to admit it back there. We shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Not only it was immorally wrong, but hooking up with my chemistry teacher would get us both into trouble. I could be suspended or worst, expelled. And he could lose his job, as well.

  I pulled out my car keys when I reached my car. The only vehicle parked in the student’s parking lot was mine. Shaking my head, I jammed it in the keyhole and hopped inside.

  I was still shaking and in tears by the time I drove out of the empty parking lot. I may feel something for him that was very inappropriate for us both since he was my teacher, and I was his student. No matter our relationship—in and out of school—what had happened wasn’t something I wanted to happen again. We were too different, anyway. And neither of us could pursue something than a student and teacher relationship. It was against the school’s rules.

  I needed to graduate and pass my chemistry quiz. The only way for me to accomplish both was to work hard that would involve having Greg help me every step of the way. Which wasn’t something I was looking forward to.

  I reached my home and parked outside my parents’ house. Something I have always done. “I’m home!” I declared the moment I stepped inside and threw my keys on the small container we kept on the hallway drawer.

  “We’re in here, honey!” My mom called out from the kitchen.

  Throwing my bag at the bottom step of the stairs, I sauntered over to the kitchen. My parents were buried deep in baking when I reached them. I gave them both a peck on the cheek, propping myself up on an available stool beside my dad.

  “Had a good day at school?” my dad asked.

  I gave him a small smile and nodded. “It was fine.” Not.

  “You hungry, yet?” mum asked.

  I shook my head. “Not really. Are you making dinner right now?”

  My mom laughed and gave her head a shake. Sending rays of blonde hair everywhere. “No, honey. Your dad and I are making banana bread for tomorrow. It’s our breakfast.”

  “Yum,” I said.

  “Why don’t you grab something to eat before I prepare dinner? Just in case you get hungry.” Dad suggested.

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  I jumped out of my seat and grabbed a banana. I was just heading back to my room when the doorbell rang. “Jane, honey, can you get that please?” Mom called out to me.

  “Sure,” I said.

  I sauntered back to the hallway and flung the door open. I stepped back in surprise when I saw my chemistry teacher standing before me. His eyes flashing in shock, also.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered.

  His eyes hardened once again. He lifted something up in his hand and I looked down to find my biology book. “You left your book behind,” he said.

  I grabbed it from him, clutching it to my chest. Wrong gesture since his eyes landed on my breasts. Fuck. Wrong move.

  “Is there something that you need?” I asked him, glancing at my watch as if his mere presence wasted my time.

  I saw his teeth grind together before he shook his head. “No. See you at school, Miss. Jones.”

  Before he could turn away, I muttered a quick “we’ll see,” that had his eyes bugging out of their sockets. Feeling satisfied, I turned away and closed the door in his face. It was stupid and childish of me. But I couldn’t help myself. I was too mad at what had happened earlier. Sure, I understood that he and I could never have anything together. But how could he just agree with me? I had said that out of the heat of the moment.

  “Who is it, Jane?” I heard my mom asked.

  “No one, mom!” I called back and headed to my bedroom. I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as I continued to clutch my textbook to my chest. My nipples were still straining against the cups of my bra. Which made it hard for me not to think about Greg having his hand buried in my panties. His finger moving in and out of my pussy.

  Shit.

  I need to get laid.

  As soon as possible.

  ***

  “Greg,” I moaned.

  “Shh,” he whispered into my ear. His breath fanning my cheek as his hands roamed my body. Touching me as my nipples puckered up. It strained against the thin material of the shirt I wore. I breathed in the familiar cologne Greg wore. The smell had me captivated.

  “You nice and wet for me, baby?” Greg asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  I gave a h
iss when his hand found my sweetest spot. His hand cupped me through my panties. A wet patch has probably stained the crotch of my underwear.

  “You are nice and wet for me,” Greg groaned in appreciation.

  “I told you,” I moaned when his hand slipped inside my underwear. “Make me come, Greg.”

  I heard a chuckle above me. “You want me to suck and lick this pussy of yours?”

  “Yes!”

  “Your clit begging for more, darling?”

  “Yes,” I repeated.

  “What do you want me to do?” he taunted.

  I was so wet and aroused. I needed him to take care of me and pleasure before I explode from craziness. “I need you to suck my nipples then my pussy.”

  Another chuckle before he spoke. “Gladly.”

  I felt his hands on my breasts again and he pinched my nipples. My back arched and my hips rose from the bed. The wetness intensified and I found myself pulling his head forward. Hot lips enclosed around my nipple, sucking the little buds into his mouth that had little moans slipping out. Fuck, this was too good to be true.

  “You taste so good,” Greg spoke around my areola. “Just as I thought you would be.”

  “More,” I said.

  “Hold on, baby.”

  I felt his hand tug my shirt off and my panties. I was now lying on my bed, on the nude, and it was dark. I could barely see a thing. But that was the least of my problems right now.

  Fingers slipped through my folds and found my clit. A gentle tweak had me screaming loudly. Shit. My parents would hear if I didn’t keep it to myself. Biting down my lip, I combed my fingers through Greg’s hair as his mouth replaced his fingers, instead.

  He ate me up like I was his favorite dish to feast on. He pulled my hips closer, bringing my pussy right up to his face. I nearly screamed the house down when his tongue latched onto my clitoris, and sucked hard. I was writhing in pleasure.

  “Greg,” I said as I slipped my fingers and brought my pussy closer to his gorgeous. “Suck me harder.”

  Another suck had me over the edge. I was so close. He must have realized that for he jammed a finger in, then another, before latching onto my clit again. My hips rose and I skyrocketed. I came so hard that I barely bit back the loud scream that slipped out. My inner walls clenched around thin air as I blinked.

  I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still back in my room with the sheets down to my feet. I had one of my legs raised up high, while I had my hand down my pussy. It had been a dream, after all. But I had obviously come knowing that sweet ache between my legs.

  “Fuck,” I whispered into the dark.

  I must have it bad for Greg, I thought.

  This wouldn’t do. I had had a taste of what he could offer me. Not only it got me addicted, but also made me dream about it at night. To the point where I had to touch myself.

  Double fuck.

  I pulled my panties back on again and made sure to wash my hands. While I was done, I went back to the bed and laid on my side. But sleep wouldn’t come. I should have expected it. After an intense orgasm like that, I don’t think I would be able to sleep in the next hour.

  Even in my dreams, Greg still managed to live in it. If it had been a normal dream, I would have been fine. But it was obvious that it wasn’t. How could it be? The real-life Greg would never have dared to do something like that in real life. Not with him pushing me away.

  “It’s best to move on,” I told myself.

  That was it. It was better for me to move on and start my life all over again. Well, not that that would happen any sooner. I still needed to graduate and apply for a new college. Which I should be considering seriously this next few days if I wanted to get my application in, and get accommodation.

  Switching sides, I pulled the sheets tighter to my chest and closed my eyes to fall asleep. But once again, it wouldn’t come to me. How could it when all I think about these days was Greg?

  I was fucked. I needed to get over him right now and get some sleep. Otherwise, I’d be like a zombie from The Walking Dead and there was that higher chance of me failing chemistry. Which I could not have since chemistry was a major subject I needed. If I wanted to get into a medical school and live my adult years right, I must focus on the school work rather than the teacher himself.

  When sleep finally reached me that night, I found myself yawning and thinking about the dream that I had tonight. It wasn’t bizarre to be dreaming about Greg. It was normal, right, considering that we had already moved past student and teacher relationship. Thanks to my sex-starved body, I had messed us up. I didn’t even know how I would be able to face him tomorrow. If I even live by tomorrow and make it to school. For when my parents find out about what I had done with him, they would certainly kill me. I just hoped for that they wouldn’t find out.

  Chapter Four

  “Did you know that Josh’s planning on asking you out?” Nicola said the moment our chemistry teacher turned his back. We were at our chemistry class and going through the same old, boring lesson that we had last week. I knew that it was important to pay attention to what our teacher was saying, but my mind couldn’t seem to concentrate right now.

  “Josh?” I repeated, blankly.

  Nicola nodded. “Yeah. Josh Easton? The popular jock from the football team. He’s been asking about you lately.”

  “He has?”

  My best friend nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah, he has. I’m betting my ass that he likes you. It’s pretty obvious.”

  “I’m sure he isn’t. You’re just probably reading too much into his actions, Nicola.” I said, flipping through my notes.

  “I don’t think so. He’s obviously interested in you. I heard he’s planning on asking you out on a date soon. If not that, it’s probably prom. So many girls have been wanting to hook-up with him, Jane. Now is your chance to get laid and have fun once in a lifetime.”

  “I do have fun,” I screeched. “I’m just so focused on my chemistry right now, okay? I’ve got to graduate this year and get into a good university.”

  “Oh, that’s right. Aiming for a medical school, right?”

  I nodded. “And Nicola? Can you please stop treating me like I’m some damn virgin?” I wasn’t one of those eighteen-year-old girls who was still holding onto their virginities. I lost mine when I was sixteen with a boy I hooked-up with at a party. Even though, we hadn’t known each other long, I had felt the familiar electricity that ran down my spine with my chemistry teacher. But this time it was far stronger, and definitely made me realize that Greg was out of bounds. Just as I was out of bounds for him.

  “Miss. Hanes and Miss. Jones? Can we do more listening and less talking in my class, please?” Greg said from the front. My cheeks heated when I heard a loud snickering from the class.

  “They’re probably gossiping about Josh again, Mr. Hudson.” Kate, the leader of the cheerleader, snickered from the back. I turned my head and glared at her. If only looks could kill right now. Kate Bate would be dead by now.

  “Well, at least I’m being asked by Josh. Unlike some cheerleader slut,” I said. “Who slept with the whole football team just to get Josh. But didn’t succeed.”

  “You bitch!” Anger and embarrassment flashed in her eyes and cheeks. “You know nothing about me.”

  “Ditto,” I said as a comeback.

  “Girls!” I heard Mr. Hudson yell. “Enough, Miss. Jones and Miss. Bate. Come up at the front right now and get the detention slip. Make your way to the principal’s office right now.”

  Huffing, I grabbed my books and stuffed them jerkily back to my bag. Glaring at the bitch for the last time, I walked up to Greg’s desk and grabbed my detention slip. I took the risk to glance at him. He was red with anger and obviously seething in fury. Oh, well. There were some things a teacher couldn’t control, after all.

  “I’ll text you later,” I told Nicola before I walked out.

  The boys were still snickering by the time I stepped out and left the clas
s. I had never had any detention before. But there was something in me today that had me in such a bitchy mood. Perhaps, it was because of what had happened yesterday.

  Shaking my head, I told myself to stop using yesterday as an excuse. Whatever happened, happened. There was nothing to be done other than to forget about it. The last thing I wanted to do was to bring up the past and contemplate about it more than I should have in the beginning.

  I reached the principal’s office and knocked on the door. I heard a silent “come in” before I stepped inside. A woman who seemed to be in her late fifties looked up from what she was doing, and saw me. I sent Mrs. Cooper a smile and lifted the detention slip in my hand.

  I felt my heart squeeze when she sighed, pulled her glasses off, and laid it on the wooden surface of her desk. “Miss. Jones.” She began, gesturing for me to come over and sit down. I complied almost as immediately.

  “Hey, Mrs. Cooper.” I gave her a shaky smile.

  “This is the first time we’ve properly talked together,” she observed. Then glanced at the slip in my hand once more. I fought the urge to scrunch up the paper, and hide it away from her scrutiny. But it was my fault for being here. And whatever punishment I was going to get, was what I deserved.

  “I guess it’s an unfortunate time for us to meet this way,” I said with an awkward laugh. “This is my first time being here. Well, not really. But with a detention slip.”

  “I know,” Mrs. Cooper agreed. “And I’m hoping I don’t see you here again with that slip, Miss. Jones. I’m not exactly impressed with my students fighting in class. Specially with a teacher in the room.”

  “You knew already?” I asked in surprise.

  The principal nodded. “Yes, Miss. Jones. Mr. Hudson sent me an e-mail before you came here.”

  “Oh,” I said. “Well, I guess I don’t have to explain what happened, then.”

  “You still do.”

  “Well, I, uh,” I squirmed under my seat. “I called Kate a slut. A cheerleader slut, actually. In return, she called me a bitch.”