Alien Romance: Alien Heart (Scifi Paranormal Alien Abduction Invasion Cyborg Romance) (New Adult Mystery Adventure Shifter Warrior Short Stories) (75 page)

Mallory moaned against his mouth too, and slid her hands down his body. The pleasure of touching him was intoxicating.

She undid the belt and button of his pants and pushed them over his hips. Elric lifted his lower body up slightly, helping Mallory push his pants down. She was bent at the waist on the bed while he gripped the sheets and rolled his head back. He started moaning as she stroked his penis, and slid her hand around his balls. She played with them gingerly. Sliding her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing him as she reached the tip, Mallory leaned into Elric’s mouth and said, "I really want to be with you, again."

"I do, too," he said eagerly.

She kneeled up in front of Elric. Sliding her hand up to the neck of the robe she wore, undid it and slowly pulled it apart. Elric watched her intently, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking himself while watching her undress. Mallory crawled up and over Elric’s body and slid her hand around Elric’s, already wrapped around his cock. She squeezed him as she spread her legs and straddled his hips.

Mallory slid Elric up against her warm, wet core and rubbed him up and down against her. His hips bucked up and the head of his cock slid just barely inside her. They both moaned at the heat. Mallory pushed down onto Elric and his cock slid into her pussy.

"I love having you inside me," she groaned as she lifted her hips and slid back down onto him.

He shuddered under her body. "God, I love it too. So much, Mallory," he told her.

"I want you deeper," she said, as she pushed down onto him, "and deeper."

"Oh god." he moaned and thrust up into her body, deeper.

"Oh, Elric," she moaned. She continued to ride him, thrusting harder and faster.

She bent over to kiss him and moved her hips differently for that position, pushing her butt up and down instead, hitting an angle on the inside that she had never felt before. She gripped his shoulders and used them as leverage to pull him deeper inside her.

Elric slid his hand between their bodies and started rubbing her clit, over and over. He pressed his fingers against her swollen bud and maintained friction on the little button of her pleasure. Mallory thrust harder down onto Elric.

"You feel so damn good wrapped around my dick, Mallory," he told her. "I can't help it baby, I'm getting so close to cumming. Cum with me."

"You could cum?" she asked, as she put an arm back to grip his leg and sat up to ride him.

He nodded his head vigorously. "Uh huh."

She continued to move up and down on him, feeling him pulsing against the walls of her vagina.

Elric began thrusting into Mallory rapidly and she held onto him. He groaned. "Baby, I’m gonna cum. Inside you. Right now. I’m gonna fill you up so good! Cum on my dick with me."

Mallory felt his cock expand inside her and her body exploded around his dick. She pulsed and squeezed and clenched around every inch of him buried inside her. He groaned loud, she moaned right back. Then he was pulsing into her. Filling her with his cum and she felt every hot shot as he filled her.

"Damn, Elric, that was hot! And wow, can you ever cum a lot," she said, breathing heavily. He laughed and pulled her closer to his body and kissed her temple.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they lay together for a few moments.

*****

Off Again

They lay in bed with one another and he asked her, "Do you really think I can live on Earth with you?"

"Why wouldn't you be able to?"

Elric replied, "I would need so many things I don't have. Birth certificate, any proof of identity. I don't have any way of getting those."

She smiled, "I'm in the business of getting things like that."

"No way," he started at her and said.

She nodded and smiled. "Way."

Elric smiled at her and said, "Then I guess it's settled. I'll go back with you."

"Then you will," she said, with a smile back. "You know, I never got to say 'I love you' before."

Mallory felt Elric’s heartbeat increase against her skin. She smiled softly.

Just then, the sound of a spacecraft came through the bedroom window as it landed on the moon's surface. They looked at one another, surprised, and dressed quickly.

They walked outside to see James exiting the craft.

"Friend!" said Elric. "What brings you here?"

"I saw it all, Elric! I saw it all. That whale leaving you alive! Amazing!"

Elric stared at him, dumbfounded. "How did you see?"

He replied excitedly, his arms waving. "We all saw! There are cameras everywhere as of this year. Everywhere."

Elric was shocked at this new information.

James smiled. "No more sacrifices, now that everyone knows what's going on."

"And that means we can-" Elric was saying.

James cut him off by saying, "Get off this god-forsaken moon? Yes."

Elric smiled. "Could I ask you to please take us somewhere other than the bioship?"

"Sure Elric, anywhere."

Elric slid his hand into Mallory's hand and gripped it tightly. "We want to go back to Earth."

"I was just on my way there," James told them exuberantly. "Me and my groupies are going on a bit of an adventure."

"We've had one of those," Mallory said. "I would highly recommend it."

"Good!" James said. "I'm happy to hear you two figured out a way to get out of this whole mess."

Elric smiled. "Me, too." Mallory’s heart was soaring. They were leaving. They were together. They were alive. Life was great!

"Here's an anti-tracking chip," James said, as he handed it to Elric.

They were interrupted by the sound of the Chancellor’s voice. "Oh, thank god!" she said as she walked up to James. "I need to get off of here. Off this awful place."

"Hmm, no I don't think I'll be doing that favor for you," he said.

The Chancellor stared in disbelief. "What?"

"Remember last year when you killed my friends? Human friends?"

The Chancellor looked aghast. James sighed and put his lip to the side, then said, "Ah, fine. You can come, too. But you better pay for what you've done."

Her skin had paled. Her lips were pressed together tightly. She nodded vigorously. "I will, I will."

"Little does she know," James said when she was out of ear shot, "is that I'm putting her butt back on Earth."

"Where will you go on Earth?" Elric asked him.

"I'm thinking Miami, oh yeah!"

"We're going to..." Elric trailed off, then asked Mallory, "Where are we going?"

"Maui," she said decisively. "It's time to finish that vacation we both started.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. Then looked in her dark green eyes and said, "I love you, Mallory."

Mallory’s eyes brimmed with tears. She smiled back at him and Elric’s piercing blue eyes brightened. "I love you, too, Elric."

THE END

Bonus Story 20 of 20

“The readings we are receiving from your other unit are sufficient. How has your oxygen filtration system been functioning, PAUL-3957?” The voice from the handheld communicator was nasally and there was a humming background noise collected from interstellar feedback.

“Function levels are normal. Optimal setting is at 115% oxygen intake.”

Paul Bardon was sitting in the bedroom of his suburban home on Earth as he read the statistical information from the display imbedded in his left forearm to the small device in his right hand. The information was being sent to his commander 130 light years away on Beseda or, as it was known on this planet, Beta Ursae Minoris b. 

“You’re doing an excellent job, PAUL-3957. We have new orders for you. Activate order Alpha-92-C65.”

“Yes sir.”

The order directives showed up on his forearm display as his commander signed off. Paul stood up from the bed, sliding the communicator into the front pocket of his khakis, and smoothed out the crisp white sheets where his presence had disturbed them. He looked around the room to check that everything was clean and orderly as his military training had instilled in him. Everything was in its’ place, and just so, as the knock at the front door prompted him to leave the room.

***

Laura Blumenthal was busy scratching behind the ears of the three-year-old golden retriever and crooning “such a good boy” when the door before her opened up. Startled, she straightened blushing bright red. The handsome owner of the dog, Paul Bardon, towered over her wearing his usual khakis and a baby blue polo that was just a tad snug in the shoulders so that the fabric was pulled taut over his athletic frame. She always felt like she was underdressed when she was around him, wearing old concert t-shirts and leggings. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and a brightly colored woven purse slung across her shoulder held her car keys, dog treats, and poop baggies. After all, dog walking in suburban Kansas City was not a profession that one really had to dress up for.

“Hi Mr. Bardon. I-I just finished walking Aspen.” She motioned to the retriever who sat at perfect attention with his tail wagging lazily. “He was perfectly well behaved, as always. He’s the best behaved dog in the entire neighborhood.”

“Thank you, Ms. Blumenthal,” he answered in his standard courteous manner and she handed him the leash. As they traded off the nylon strap Laura’s hand brushed lightly against his long fingers and she felt a small jolt as if she had been shocked.

She retracted her hand quickly, her blush deepening. She felt his dark brown eyes assessing her while she kept her own eyes fixed firmly on his loafers and kneaded the woven strap of her little purse with her fingers. For the last six months, since the quiet accountant had moved into the neighborhood and Laura had begun walking his dog, she had been harboring a crush for Paul Bardon. He was not much older than her, in his mid-thirties, and very attractive. He stood just over six foot with broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist. His dusty blonde hair was always combed back like James Dean and even in these late October days his skin looked like it had been kissed by the sun.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she blurted out in a rush as she turned to walk away, desperate to get out from under his scrutinizing gaze. “Three o’clock as usual.”

“Laura.”

The word, her name, hung in the air for a moment and she froze in place. Paul wasn’t an outspoken man, but he always spoke with authority. This was different, however, from his carefully chosen words, deliberate and delivered in that polite manner that almost sounded robotic. Never had he called her by her first name. This was…spontaneous.

Slowly, Laura turned back around to face Paul. He looked like a model standing on his front step with Aspen sitting beside him, the both of them framed by the door with the neatly trimmed hedges extending off to either side.  The only thing out of place was the look of shock and confusion on his face.

“Yes, Mr. Bardon?”

“Please, call me Paul,” he said, regaining his composure.

Laura blushed again. “Paul.”

“Maybe we could see each other another time as well. Would you be available tonight?”

“Oh. I-I would love to…but I have class tonight.” The question was unexpected. As much as she had daydreamed of this moment, she never thought in a million years that it could actually happen. After all, despite months of her walking his dog, the two of them had never really exchanged more words than were necessary. Paul’s brow furrowed and Laura knew that such a beautiful man had probably never been turned down for a date before. She quickly added, “But I’m free tomorrow.”

Paul smiled and her heart fluttered. She had never seen so much expression in his face in all the time that she’d known him. His quiet mannerisms never allowed for much in the emotional range, but his perfect smile was breathtaking and Laura felt weak in the knees.

“I’ll make reservations for tomorrow,” he said. “Is lunchtime okay? Would you mind if I were to pick you up?”

For Laura, the world seemed to be spinning and she wondered if this was all just a vivid dream she was about to wake up from. How could such sculpted lips be saying these words? She was momentarily transfixed on his mouth, how his lips moved and caressed each vowel and consonant. They were so perfectly centered between his slightly upturned nose and that prominently chiseled chin. On top of it, they were the perfect shade, slightly darker than the rest of his tan skin and-

“Laura?”

“Oh, yes,” she felt like schoolgirl fawning over him and getting lost in thought. She quickly regained herself. “Yes, I’d like that very much. Lunch sounds great. Would you like-well, I guess you already have my number.”

An amused smirk crept onto Paul’s face and Laura knew she must have been some awful shade of fire engine red from her own embarrassment. He nodded. “Yes, I have your number. I will give you a call later this evening. What time does your class end?”

“Nine o’clock.”

*****

Laura woke up early the next morning. She could barely sleep with all of her excitement for her date with Paul. It had been a long time since she had been on a proper date. Between her job as a dog walker and her business classes at night, she had removed herself from the dating scene so that she could focus on getting her career on track. Her initial plan was to finish her business degree in the next year and open her own doggy daycare before she worried about finding a man.

However, when a man like Paul Bardon asked you on a date it would be foolish to turn him down. He was well off for an accountant and owned a lovely house in the suburbs. He was handsome, in shape, and unlike some of the men from her night classes who had asked her out, he had all of his hair and teeth.

Laura’s inner thoughts continued on this train of thought as she went about her morning routine. She began by getting dressed and going for a morning run. Her steps echoed in the stairwell of her building as she descended from her third floor apartment. Then she headed in the direction of the nearest park.

One of the things she enjoyed about living in the area was that even though she lived “in the city” things weren’t crowded and suffocating. Granted, it was still an urban area and vastly different from the suburbs, but she had visited friends who had moved to places like New York City and she much preferred the sprawling urbanization of the Midwest.

The dawn was just starting to illuminate the sky but there were a few other runners out that Laura passed by when she got to the park. Some of them she recognized and a couple she had even talked to in passing.  She smiled at everyone she passed, unable to contain her excitement for the day ahead.

When she returned to her apartment an hour later she was hot and sweaty, but no less excited. She turned on the coffee maker as she let down her hair and began to strip off the sweaty clothes so she could get into the shower. Emerging from the steamy bathroom wrapped in her fluffy blue towel, she breathed in the pleasant aroma of strong, dark roast coffee that filled her entire apartment.

Thoughts of Paul kept her mind abuzz and she kept replaying their conversation on the phone last night. Not that it was a particularly long conversation, as Paul was a man of few words. But just the knowledge that he was interested in her, even if he didn’t quite show it very well, was enough to make her giddy.

After pouring herself a cup of coffee, Laura began the tedious task of figuring out just what to wear. She stood in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door and wondered just how much to dress up for a first date. Paul had said he’d made reservations for brunch at 11:30, so she had roughly two hours to dissect her closet to find the most appropriate outfit.

***

Laura was nervous as she prepared to open the door of her apartment building. On the other side was Paul, and she was quite self-conscious of her appearance. She wondered if the dark brown slacks made her hips look too wide, or if the salmon colored sweater was too much color for her complexion. Her hair fell loosely about her shoulders and she momentarily considered throwing it up in a ponytail, but after a deep breath she decided against it and opened the door.

There stood Paul, his brown eyes were warmed by the small smile that grew on his face when he took in her appearance. He was wearing his usual khakis and a white polo, and the midmorning light highlighted the strong features of his face like his high cheekbones and square jaw.

“Good morning, my dear,” he said as he extended a hand for her.

“Good morning,” Laura managed as she blushed and took his hand.

His long fingers wrapped around hers as they walked down the front steps, and she could feel how strong they were despite how soft and smooth his skin was. She vaguely wondered what kind of magical moisturizer he must use to have such soft skin, because in comparison she figured her hands probably felt almost reptilian.

“I’m glad you were able to see me this morning,” Paul said as he led her to the dark blue Mazda and opened the door for her.

“Me too.” She let out a nervous, yet breathless, laugh as she climbed into the passenger seat. Everything inside the car was immaculate, as if the car had just come from the dealership. She wondered how he could keep everything so perfect.

“Are you ready?” he asked when he was in the car and had put his seatbelt on.

“Yes.”

That perfect smile cut across his face as the car revved to life and they pulled away from the curb. Laura could not contain her gasp as Paul wove through the downtown traffic like a fish through water. It was as if he knew just what all of the other drivers were going to do. The look on his face expressed just how much he was enjoying it and Laura noted the excitement in his eyes and how he seamlessly moved with the machine, as if he understood it on another level. She’d known guys who were into cars, but none of them had ever looked this at ease and in tune with them.

Normally, she would have worried about the lack of conversation in the car, but Laura didn’t sense any awkwardness between them. She didn’t expect Paul to say much in the first place and was just glad to be near him.

When they arrived at the little restaurant, Paul pulled smoothly into a parking spot near the front door and looked over at her with his little smile still in place. “Have you ever been here before?”

Laura shook her head. She could never afford to eat out at such fancy brunch restaurants on her budget. The dog walking paid well enough, but with the cost of tuition for her night classes there wasn’t much left over for eating out at nice restaurants.

“Then this will be a treat.”

*****

After that first date, Laura’s relationship with Paul blossomed. He began to monopolize all of her free time, taking her to museums and antique shops and regaling her with interesting facts and tidbits of history. They would take Aspen on long walks in the park and as they spent more time together, Laura felt at ease with Paul’s quiet and reserved personality. She didn’t need him to talk a lot, and she found she enjoyed his quiet presence.

He would always hold her hand, and after their third date, he had even kissed her lightly on the cheek. Laura felt electricity surge through her when his lips brushed against her skin. It was as if she had pressed her cheek onto a live wire. The jolt gave her a rush the likes of which she had never felt before. Immediately, she craved to have his lips on her.

One day, Paul invited Laura over to his place for dinner. Her familiar nerves returned as she walked up the steps to his front door. As many times as she had been here, she had never been inside of Paul’s house and somehow the prospect of actually going in struck a chord of anxiety inside of her. Even though she was familiar with his house, Laura found it hard to imagine him actually dwelling somewhere, sleeping and showering like a normal person. For some reason, he just seemed to exist in this suspended construction in her mind, like an angel that didn’t really live on earth, but visited just for her. Of course that notion was silly, and as Laura reached the front door she stilled herself and prepared to see the mundane side of Paul.

She followed his directions to dress casually, but the whole way over to his place she wondered if she was underdressed in her jeans and blouse. She knew he would be wearing the familiar khakis and polo, but somehow she always felt that it looked much classier on him than on other men.