My Alien Roommate

by Tracy Lauren

  “Doesn’t matter—”

  “You’re right. It doesn’t matter, because she’s at home, tucked away into her own apartment. Everything is fine.”

  Dorran meets my gaze. He’s reluctant, but deep down he must know this isn’t his fault.

  “Hey, didn’t you say something about wine?”

  Dorran’s frown softens before morphing into a grin. “I think we could both use a glass right now.”

  “Or the entire bottle,” I concur.

  Dorran pops the cork and fills our glasses.

  “How was your day?” he asks.

  I bite my lip, not sure if this is the right time to share the good news. I mean, we are both still thinking about Mrs. Doherty and her well-being. But I can’t hold it back any longer.

  “I had a talk with Principal Montgomery today.”

  “Oh?” Dorran grins, pulling me close by my belt. He keeps me anchored to him, watching me with an amused expression.

  “I’m going to assume you do not know what a principal is.”

  “That would be an accurate assumption.”

  “He’s like the mayor of the school basically. The boss.”

  “Ah, I see.”

  “Anyway, he pulled me aside today and gave me an interesting piece of news. One of the science teachers is retiring at the end of the school year, that’s in less than two months. And her position? It’s going to be opening up.”

  Dorran’s eyes go wide with excitement. “He offered you the job?”

  I grimace. “Not exactly, see there’s a school board that does all the hiring. But, he offered me a chance to impress the board. A chance that no one else is going to get besides me.”

  “Then you are a sure thing for the job! This is wonderful, Carly!” Dorran hugs me in celebration.

  “Well, I haven’t impressed them yet. I need to think of a science exhibit to present at an expo this weekend—something interactive that’ll really shine and capture their attention, you know? That way, when they do the interviews, I’ll be at the forefront of their minds.”

  “This weekend? That is not much time,” Dorran says, his expression growing thoughtful. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  I huff out a sigh. “I’m not even sure what I should focus on.”

  “What would you be teaching if you had the position?”

  “The scientific method—that should definitely be incorporated in whatever I do. A big portion of the year is on ecosystems too, how the Earth changes over time—based on weather, erosion, earthquakes, and other natural events like volcanoes—but don’t suggest a volcano, because it’s been done. Believe me, it’s been done.”

  Dorran nearly recoils, his eyes wide. “I wouldn’t think replicating a volcanic eruption would even be safe around youths.”

  “Yeah…good point,” I agree, biting back a laugh. “Maybe I could build a…hmmm…” I let go of Dorran’s strong arms and grab a notepad and pencil from the kitchen drawer. Dorran peers over my shoulder as I sketch out a slanted table. “This could be like a big basin—I could fill it with dirt, rocks, plastic dinosaurs, things like that—maybe even some garbage to talk about how certain types of litter doesn’t break down. At this top end here, we could have the kids add water, then down at the very bottom there’d be a drain. And the whole thing could mimic stream erosion. I could have a clear jar collecting the runoff too, and we could examine the silt and how the dirt settles.”

  “That looks promising. It would certainly evolve throughout the day.”

  “Right? There would be something new to look at every hour. And on the side I could set up some tables with bins that model different types of erosion—sand and the waves at the beach, wind effects, mountain ranges—those could easily be set up and reused throughout the day. I’d just need…let’s see, straws, sand, rocks, of course, some funnels, water sprayers… Oh gosh, I need to make a list.”

  Dorran goes around blowing out candles and opening curtains before joining me back at the table, putting in ideas here and there, particularly with the engineering of all this.

  “Where is the expo? How are we going to deliver the erosion table?”

  “Ek, I hadn’t thought of that. I could call Mr. Montgomery and ask if I could assemble it at the school, that way we wouldn’t have to move it far.”

  “Where can we get the supplies?”

  “There’s a Home Depot not too far from the school.”

  “Make the call. I’ll change into something more suitable.”

  “Now?”

  “You only have a few days and you wish to impress this board, do you not? We have to build this all and we have to test it. You do not want any surprises on the day of the expo.”

  “Yeah, good point.” Dorran leans in and kisses me on the forehead. “Make the call. I will be ready in a moment.”

  I stare dumbfounded after my roommate as he heads to his room, realizing there’s not a single other person in my life, with the exception of Sarah, that would be so down. We started this morning naked in the shower. I came home to candles and wine. Dorran was definitely hoping to get lucky, but the second I mention something about teaching—about my dream of getting hired at the school—he puts all that on hold, without an ounce of resentment.

  I dumbly fumble in my purse for my phone, still looking toward Dorran’s room. I’ve gotten so much resentment about my career choice from Shawn, both during our relationship and even still, long after we’ve broken up. But none from Dorran. Not an ounce. Regardless of the fact that it ties me to Earth. Will he still want me? Can he still pursue me? And am I insane to want him to?

  I look at my phone. More missed messages from Sarah. I type up a quick response.

  Me: Alive. Haven’t been murdered. Call you when I can.

  Then I call Mr. Montgomery, who gives me the okay to use an outdoor storage pod to build and house the project. Dorran and I head down to my parking space to grab my Tacoma.

  “Ho! Look at this land vessel!” Dorran exclaims. My alien roommate is beyond thrilled at the prospect of riding in my truck. He’s walking around the perimeter of my Tacoma, running his hands along the sides, admiring it, kicking the tires, and laughing.

  “Like it?” I ask, easily sharing in his joy.

  “I had been hoping for the chance to ride in one. This and one of those self-propelling contraptions.”

  I search my brain and Dorran notices my confusion.

  “It has two wheels. Pedals that drive you onward?”

  “A bike?”

  “If that is what they are called, then yes.”

  “They rent them off the docks. If you want we can go for a ride on Saturday, after the expo?”

  Dorran drags his attention away from my Tacoma and gives me a sultry look. “Is that how we are going to celebrate your new job?”

  “If you want?”

  Dorran presses me up against the side of the truck. “It’s a good start.” Seductively, he kisses the side of my neck, but his hand reaches around me and he opens my door. I bite my lip, smiling at him as I hop in.

  Chapter 25

  Dorran

  The days pass quickly as we work on Carly’s presentation. Every spare moment goes into perfecting some aspect of the display. Our primary focus, however, is the erosion box. It is a simple enough design, but there are many small steps—like caulking the sides so it does not leak. Hauling the dirt. Testing the process. Planting herbs and flowers along the model riverbed—which proves to be my favorite part. I tease Carly by taking a bite out of one of her plants and she’s all laughter and smiles as we work together toward accomplishing her goal.

  And every night I want to take her home and seduce her, but she has her other job—the one at the bar. The one I won’t let her go to alone. There’s no shortage of inappropriate males, eager to ogle my mate. But as long as I’m present, no one will dare touch her. And after a while, most won’t even dare to look at her. Not when I’m glaring at them from across the bar.

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p; Interestingly enough, I’m more concerned with the raven-haired female who looks at Carly with hateful venom every time they’re in the same room. I have watched this human purposely bump into my mate, mock her when her back is turned, and hold up her middle finger in what I have learned to be a crude gesture. And I’m left helpless. If it were a male, I’d break his arm. But she is female and I have limited recourse.

  “Fuck Andrea,” Carly says as we walk home the night before the expo. I grimace at the notion. “Not literally,” she hurries to say. “I mean she can eat shit for all I care. She’s a small person, with a small mind, and a heart full of hate. I’ve literally never done anything to her, yet she takes my presence in Santa Barbara as a personal offense. That and the fact that I have an education.”

  “If we were on my world you’d be free to beat some sense into her.”

  “I suppose I’m free to do that here, to an extent. But other than the fact that she’s the least enjoyable person I know, I just don’t care about her. She’s small potatoes, ya know?”

  “She makes work unpleasant for you.”

  “That she does. But my heart isn’t in bartending. Hers is. Maybe that’s one of the reasons she doesn’t like me? This is her end point and for me it’s a stepping stone.”

  I grunt in acknowledgement, giving Carly’s hand a squeeze before I bring it to my lips and press a kiss there. “You are far more levelheaded than I.”

  “I’m just a girl who’s always had her priorities in order. What can I say? I know what’s important to me.”

  We pause at the bottom of the steps and I pull my mate into my arms. “I know what is important to me as well,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair. She leans in to my touch.

  “I want to get you inside,” she tells me, tapping my lips, “and out of this disguise.”

  A grin spreads across my lips and I nip at her fingers, but motion in my peripheral catches my eye and we both turn in time to see Mrs. Doherty peeking through her curtains at us. They are only opened a sliver, but they jerk shut when we look in her direction. The thought of her hiding out in there sours my stomach.

  “Don’t you worry about her,” Carly tells me, tugging me up the stairs. “A good scare is her just rewards for being such a sourpuss for so long.

  “You know she had everyone’s parking spots rearranged to benefit herself? And instilled a policy making it so we could only bring one guest to the pool at a time? Do you know why she did that? Because the little kids in 2B used to have pool parties for their birthdays every year and Mrs. Doherty couldn’t be bothered with the sound of children playing two out of 365 days.

  “She’s a hateful person, Dorran, just like Andrea, we don’t need to give them any more mental space than they’re worth.”

  “You’re right,” I tell her as we go inside. “I’d rather you fill my mind instead.”

  “As if I don’t already,” Carly teases. But it’s true.

  “You know you’re all that matters to me,” I tell her, nuzzling close, not letting her stray too far. But Carly isn’t going anywhere. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her kisses to my neck and jaw, working her way up to my lips. My cocks grow hard and I breathe her in. Carly is nearing the peak of her cycle. The thought sends a wave of anticipation up and down my arms. Her scent is already so sweet, I don’t know how I will bear it in another two days’ time.

  “You’ve been so good to me this past week, Dorran.”

  “Give me a lifetime and I think I can do even better.”

  Carly drops her chin. “But Dorran…the job.”

  “The job you will get tomorrow when you show the board what an amazing teacher you are?”

  Carly chews her lip and tugs a loose strand of hair back—it doesn’t quite make it behind the shell of her ear.

  “What will that mean for us?”

  “It means we will celebrate, of course.”

  “Dorran! I mean after that,” Carly fusses.

  Whatever this anguish is bemuses me. There’s no reason for Carly to worry about anything—not when we have each other. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my precious mate,” I tell her, stroking her cheek.

  “If I get this job, what’s going to happen? Will you go back to your planet? Will you…marry Tereza?”

  “Marry Tereza?! Why in hells would I marry Tereza?”

  “Because if I work here on Earth, I will have to live here on Earth,” she spells out.

  “And I will have a long commute to work, but it will be worth it.”

  Carly’s eyes fill with tears. “Do you really mean that?”

  “Of course I mean that. Was there ever any question? I’ve wanted you since the moment you first opened your door. What is a long commute if I’m wed to the female I love?”

  A sob slips from Carly’s lips and she wraps her arms around me as she peppers me with hungry kisses. “No man has ever been so good to me,” she professes.

  “I am no man,” I remind her.

  “Well, you’re definitely the kindest alien I’ve ever met.”

  “Have you met many others?”

  “Who’s to say?” She giggles. And with that, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom.

  “What are we doing?” she asks breathily, letting out a little yelp as I drop her down onto the bed.

  “I’m going to make love to you until you are satisfied and glowing. Then you’re going to get a good night’s rest, so you’ll be ready to conquer the world tomorrow.”

  Carly looks up at me with a sweet smile on her lips. She’s so precious in bed like this, hungry for me. Desiring me the way I desire her. She holds up one leg and I tug at her boot.

  “Zippers,” she tells me, her smile playful. I tug the zippers down and toss each boot aside, then move to her belt. She lifts her ass up so I can drag her jeans down past her hips, her panties come with them and I wonder if my expression is as euphoric as hers is right now. Her shirt’s next, and she works the clasp of her bra free for me. Then she’s naked, spread out on her bed, looking up into my eyes.

  I take her knees and spread them wide as I drop down to the floor. Kisses are pressed to her stomach and thighs, but I can smell her arousal, delicious and emanating from her glistening cunt. I can’t wait any longer. I run my tongue through her slit and my eyes practically roll back in my head. She tastes so fucking good. I moan against her.

  Carly props herself up on her elbows, watching me. Her lips are parted and her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. Then her fingers find my hair, raking through them. She’s muttering encouragement to me.

  “Oh God yes, Dorran. Just like that. Lick my pussy.” Her soft words spur me on, making my hunger all the more intense. And the wilder I get between her legs, the more her body writhes against my tongue, spreading her juices all over my lips and chin. Eventually, I can’t take it anymore. I want Carly under me.

  I rise, ripping my belt free. Carly attacks my shirt, helping to tug it off and I’m kicking my pants down my legs. She’s such a small and delicate thing compared to me, so I scoop her into my arms and hold her against me. “You’re so strong,” she gasps against my lips as she kisses me. I can feel the wetness of her cunt against my belly and I want it for my own. I’m going to make her mine.

  I lower Carly to the bed. She spreads her legs and tugs me down, welcoming me. “How…how’s this going to work?” she asks, staring down at my cocks.

  “I can show you,” I promise, running my larger, top-cock down her slit. Carly throws her head back as I massage her clit with it. Her folds are so soft, so inviting.

  “I want you,” she begs. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  I can’t wait any longer. I press my head to her core and she’s so fucking wet, my tip fits easily inside. I slide the rest of the way in, slowly, until I bottom out. And speaking of bottoms, my second cock glides against her ass crack, wetting itself in our shared juices. Slipping and sliding against her sensitive flesh.

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nbsp; Carly’s face looks so shocked, so thrilled by all the sensations. I can’t wait to make her cum, to see the pleasure on her face when her desire hits its climax. There’s nothing more satisfying in my mind, than seeing Carly pleasured.

  I pump into her, enjoying the feel of her tight pussy. And I tell her too, I tell her all about the way her pussy grips me like a vice and how good it feels to have my cock and balls slapping against her pussy lips.

  She reaches between us and gives my second cock a squeeze. “What do we do with this one?”

  “Let’s get creative,” I tell her. I place my hand over hers and help guide it to her core. She gasps.

  “It’s not going to fit!”

  I give her a reassuring grin and press my cocks side to side. Slowly, I drive them home.

  Carly screams and claws at my shoulders. “Oh holy fuck, yes. Oh my God, Dorran, you’re so thick…so deep,” she gasps.

  I lean close to her so I can suck on her neck as we make love.

  “It feels so good,” she moans, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

  “Just wait until you’ve got one in your pussy and the other in your ass.”

  She gasps again.

  “Do you like the sound of that?”

  Carly nods, her mouth in an O and her eyes lazy with lust. “You know exactly what I like, Dorran. How’s that possible?”

  “Fate,” I tell her as I reach around and tease her from behind. She throws her head back when she cums, screaming my name…and I fill her with my seed.

  Together we collapse on her bed, gasping for air.

  “I should get cleaned up,” I tell her, but she hugs me tighter.

  “Not yet.”

  My hearts… This female makes me melt. Nothing could pry me from her side. Carly snuggles against me, tangling herself in my limbs while I run my fingers through her hair.

  “Dorran?”

  “Yes, my mate?”

  “I know it’s only been a few days, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry, Carly,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I can wait for you to catch up.”