My Sexy Alien Boyfriend

Eliza~ His Fat Falcon Ass

Eliza Pov
"What was that sound Eliza? It sounded like an explosion!" she said frantically. A bunch of faces turned to me, waiting on my response.

"Ugh, it was just fire works from the house across the lake." I said uncomfortably. They probably should have guessed what it was but I'm guessing most of them were either stoned or drunk out of their mind.

They accepted my bullshit lie and went back inside. "Liza you coming back in now?" asked Gianna. She was gripping her boyfriend Toby's hand, who was completely absorbed in his phone.

"I'm gonna be out here for a little longer. I'll meet you inside," I said. Is the Falcon okay? I need to get over there. The Falcon mini ships are known to crash occasionally and I didn't want the Falcon to be crowded if he was injured.

"Okay, but you better tell me the whole story with you and Ashton. I saw him icing his balls inside, and he looked pretty pissed!" she said pulling Toby inside the large house.

When I was sure everyone was inside, I kicked off my heels and sprinted over to where I saw the mini ship crash. I raced around the lake towards the patch of trees. My hair was flying behind me and mud was squishing between my toes.

After a minute of running I reached a clearing where there were broken tree branches and smashed plants. In the center of it all was the Falcon ship.

I've never seen one so up close before. It had a booster rocket at the bottom for when it goes into space and it had to wings on the side that I had learned were retractable and can change shape for convenience. And it was an odd cone shape like an up-side down ice cream.

It was then that I noticed a long golden arm that lay limp out the window and the back of the shuttle was smoking. My heart jumped in my chest. Is he or she dead?

I ran over and tried to pull on the door but it was jammed. I heard a deep groan from the Falcon. Definitely a man. He was injured! Okay. Okay. Think Eliza. Got it!

I looked around for a rock and quickly found a jagged one the size of my palm. I smashed the remnants of the broken window, careful not to let the shards fall on him. Once the glass was cleared I grabbed his upper body and tried to jerk is body up.

"Okay buddy, you gotta help me out here, I only weigh 140," I said struggling with his weight. He's a damn giant! His eyes opened in a daze. Looking at me, I felt his weight lift as he used his legs to help me pull him out through the side window.

" Oh, gosh," I yelped as his weight came down on me, crushing me against the grass. I felt his sculpted body pressed against mine and my eyes widened. I grabbed his hips trying to push him off me.

"Get- your- fat-Falcon-ass- off -me!" I gasped out. I felt him stir on top of me and his eyes fluttered open, and his limp body tensed. His head lifted and we made eye contact.

Beautiful. That was all I was thinking. He had deep blue eyes and a sculpted jaw line with thick pink lips.

The Falcon had gorgeous black curly locks on the crown of his head. The contrast with his lips, hair, and eyes, paired with his golden skin left me utterly speechless.

I've seen them on T.V countless time for interviews and what not but up close they are-shocking.

"Who are you?" he asked. He had a deep velvety voice that stirred something deep inside me. His lips were a mere inches from mine and I felt his breath fan my face.

"Eliza," I breathed.

His eyes were scanning my face and I felt my heart beat quicken. This is the second time tonight that I've had a male pressed up against me. And this is not how I wanted to start off the year.

"You're injured," I said.

"What?" he asked shaking his head like he was dazed.

"You're..ugh injured, want me to take a look at it?" I asked. I began to feel the damp grass come through my dress a bit. Apart from the smoking ship and the distant party, the night was silent.

Suddenly, like the sun peeking out behind the clouds, a cocky grin broke out onto his face.

" Go ahead," he said bending his head slightly but still maintaining his position on top of me. He wanted me to check? Why was he still on top of me? Not that I'm complaining. I hesitated , thinking better of it then thought, what the hell.

I brought my hands up and weaved them through his soft hair. Nothing. His head injury was gone! Wait... I blushed realizing my stupidity. We learned this in school, Falcons heal fast.

"Oh..I forgot," I said.

When he raised his head his eyes were heated and I felt him against my dress. My eyes widened. No way. Am I turning him on?

Now I was annoyed. "Get off me." I said. He raised his brow, surprised. Silently he stood pulling me up with ease. He had sculpted shoulders made of pure muscle that his white shirt outlined perfectly.

And black pants that hung low on his lips that showed his long legs. And to top off his bad boy- in charge persona he had on shiny boots.

I watched him roll his beautiful blue eyes. " Haven't you heard its rude to stare?" He ask irritated. Although his eyes were saying something else. He was studying me with interest, and it made me squirm.

I snapped out of the trance I was in and registered what he said. That dick! He should think of it as a compliment that I was starring at him. But I had too much pride to admit I was starring.

I scoffed. " I was not starring, there's nothing to look at," I said. Lies! He was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Next to him Ashton would look like a bum on the street.

" Ah yes, humans tend to lie but o have to say I've never seen it for myself"he said. And his cocky attitude was starting to piss me off and I wanted to smash that perfect face with my fist.

" Oh really? Well I've heard that Falcon's were cocky assholes with their heads too far up their asses!" I said angrily. Who does he think he is?

He smirked his eyes filled with excitement not at all offended by my insult. Was he saying this just to piss me of and get a reaction?

"You're a one feisty one aren't you," he said uncrossing his arms and taking a step forward.

"It's okay to admit you were starring, cause so am I." he said. I visibly glumped.

"It's okay to admit you are a psycho and delusional," I said.

"My first time on American soil and this is the kind of welcome I get? That's not very friendly," he teased.

" I was starring actually," I admitted. He smirked. But I wasn't done. I thought of his gold skin and said the first thing that came to mind. " Only because you look like a big ass fucking Tele-tubby," I said. " La La, is the name I think." His grin dropped and his lip twisted in annoyance and confusion.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked. I snorted. His face was priceless.

"Look it up," I said throwing my arms up exasperatedly. My dress was starting to slip down, revealing too much cleavage. My face turned red and I quickly pulled it up as high as It would go. Unfortunately that exposed my upper thighs way too much. I knew I shouldn't have let Gianna talk me into this dress! I looked up realizing I had an audience.

" Look who's starring now," I said. He in front of me in two strides. His chest pressed up against mine.

"I want to kiss you," he said. My heart sped up. What? He just said was I boring looking and showed his complete distain for humans....and now he wants me? I had to admit the mere thought of it was thrilling, then I came back to reality.

"Wha- you don't even know me, "I said. His curtness about such a thing infuriated me.

Feeling the need to take a jab at his pride I said,"And I'm not...interested." I saw a spark of anger flare in his eyes that made me want to cower, but I stood my ground. Then I saw something else that flashed in his eyes that even scarier, a challenge. And I got a bad feeling that he loved them.