by Terry Towers
His hands left her thighs and she heard him leaning back on the chair. "Turn around and get on your knees between my legs."
Straightening up she turned, locked gazes with him and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. His grey eyes flared up, reflecting her desire within them. "May I suck your cock Sir?"
A hint of a grin turned up the corners of his lips, but he quickly composed himself and the serious expression he'd been maintaining remained. "You may."
Nikki's eyes glanced down at his crotch, the large bulge in his pants excited her and she could feel her juices gathering between her legs. Her fingers quickly undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper.
She tugged down his pants, taking his boxer briefs with them. Grant lifted his hips up and she tugged his pants down fully and they dropped to the floor. His cock stood alert, awaiting her attention, a drop of pre-cum sitting at the tip.
Grabbing his cock she rubbed her thumb over the head of his dick and gathered the pre-cum. Bringing her thumb to her mouth, she licked off the cum. Lifting her eyes, she caught his once again.
"Your wife is a lucky woman to have a man with such a magnificent cock."
Unable to stop it, a grin spread across his lips. "I'd like to think so."
Cocky bugger. She returned his smile as she lowered her mouth to the head of his cock while ensuring she kept her eyes locked to his. She lashed her tongue out and swiped at the head of his cock and was rewarded by Grant's sharp intake of breath.
Grasping his cock at the base she began to stroke him while her tongue circled the head. Grant slipped his hands into her hair and grasped the back of her head and urged her head lower, and to take him more fully into her mouth.
"Take it in baby. I wanna see your mouth around me."
Keeping her eyes locked to his, she flicked her tongue across the tip of his dick and then slowly took the head in. His fingers fisted her hair a little tighter and she was delighted to see the strain in his features. She sucked the head hard and circled her tongue around the girth.
He bucked up into her mouth, forcing her to take him in further. She was about to teasingly chastise him for his impatience. She normally would, but then again, that would pull her out of character so she did as he was insisting, deep-throating him and feeling the head of his cock pound against her throat.
"Oh, God, yea!"
Her free hand cupped his balls. She gently massaged them, and gave them a light tug. A low feral groan came from him and she met his eyes once more. The fire had turned into an inferno within his eyes. Her pussy throbbed, yearning to feel him unleash his desire within her.
Another dollop of cum seeped from his cock and she swallowed it, greedily licking his slit for more of his salty cum. He groaned again, and bucked up against her mouth a little harder, prompting her to suck him harder and to up and down on him faster.
Her pussy was aching, and she longed to reach between her legs to help relieve the tension, but restrained herself. This moment was all about him and the pleasure she was getting from his response.
Releasing his cock momentarily, she licked the underside of his shaft, watching his expression as she did. She circled the swollen head with her tongue once more and quickly took him in again.
Grant inhaled sharply, his body tensing under her. "Make me cum Nik."
She looked up at him, pouting, running the head along her lips. "Calling me by your wife's name, tsk tsk tsk."
He groaned and rolled his eyes at her, a grin touching his lips. "My apologizes."
Anther rush of desire flared up within her and she began to suck and lick his cock in earnest need, her mouth and hand working in unison. Within minutes she could feel his balls hardening and his cock thickened just a fraction more. He was ready.
"Oh that's it baby. So close."
He'd barely gotten the words from his mouth when he thrust up into her mouth and Nikki felt the surge of warm cum rushing from his cock and filling her mouth. She swallowed his cum and then licked every inch of his dick to ensure she'd gotten every single drop.
Grant closed his eyes and released a low sigh of relief which made Nikki smile as she rose to her feet, wiping the dribble of cum from her lips with her index finger and licking it off. He opened his eyes and gave her a look so intense it sent a rush of anticipation through her and increased the throbbing between her legs.
"Your turn."
Nikki didn't have a chance to ask what he meant. In one swift movement Grant was on his feet, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off and lifting her up onto his hips. Nikki squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"What do you need me to do now Sir?"
"I need you to come over my hand and then all over my cock baby," he answered, walking across the room with her in his arms and then tossing her to the bed.
Nikki bounced on the queen sized bed a couple times and grinned up at him. The little maid hat dislodged from her hair so she pulled it fully from her hair and tossed it to the floor.
"Did I tell you that you could remove your uniform?" he teased pulling his shirt up and over his head tossing it to the floor leaving him gloriously naked.
Nikki scrambled to her knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. She loved his body, every inch of it. Her eyes fell to the scar remaining from the gunshot wound he'd taken to save her life. Her eyes then moved to the angry scars left from the whip that had tore at his flesh right before her eyes. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.
"Don't." His soft, caressing voice made her shift her focus and she look up to see the love and affection in his gaze. "Remember what I told you the first time you saw the scars on my back?"
Nikki laughed. "All this feeling bad for me is killing my hard-on?" she remembered those words as if they were said just yesterday.
Grant laughed with her as he pushed her back against the bed, his massive frame covering her smaller one. "Exactly." He brushed his lips against hers and she sighed against his mouth. His body felt so wonderful over her - hard and warm. His growing cock slipped between her legs to tease her cunt and she shivered, squirming under him wanting to feel more.
As his mouth claimed her full, his tongue slipping into her mouth while his hand slid between them. He hooked the thin strip of wet material around his index finger and slid the thong aside exposing her needy pussy to him.
"Oh, so wet," he murmured against her mouth as he thrust two fingers into her.
She whimpered and squirmed under him. "I want your cock," she moaned.
He began stroking her inner wall and a series of waves rushed through her from her head to pulse between her legs. "Grant, Grant, Grant." She clung to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the tanned flesh as she thrashed under his body.
"Let me feel it and you can have my cock honey," he replied, while running a series of kisses down the side of her neck.
She arched her back, bucked her hips against his hand and heard the soft of material ripping. She froze under him and looked down to see the bodice of the tight, skimpy maid uniform had torn open and her hard, plump breasts sprang free.
Grant's mouth latched onto the first breast and sucked as his fingers resumed caressing her core. She cried out and came to the brink almost immediately. "Oh God Grant!" Her body trembled as she came, hard and fast over his hand. But he was relentless, and a she found herself swept away into a second and third orgasm.
"That's it baby," Grant pulled his teasing fingers from her core and gave the thong a tug, ripping the flimsy material between her legs. "We'll buy a new costume," he murmured, covering her mouth with his own.
The taste of her milk was on his lips and mouth and she was once more surprised at how much it was turning her on. As much, if not more than when she could taste her pussy juice on him. As their tongues duelled he slammed his shaft into her, fast and hard.
She moaned against his lips and found herself in yet another ascent of her desire. He pulled out and slamme
d into her a second and third time, with each thrust he somehow managed to bury himself deeper until she felt his balls slapping against her ass.
Pausing momentarily, he slung one of her fishnet covered legs over his shoulder, stretching and opening her more fully to him. This time as he slammed into her, she gasped. He began pounding into her with a fast, forceful rhythm that was making her light-headed from her desire.
She moved with him, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Grant's eyes locked to her. She wasn't going to last long, and by the low grunts and groans coming from him she doubted he would either.
"Come with me Nik."
She wasn't sure if it was a request or a demand, but she nodded. However, she hoped that he'd be coming soon because she seriously doubted she could last much longer. Her stomach was in a knot. She needed to come.
"Grant, I-" she couldn't even say the words, because her body was taking over all thought. Every muscle in her body tensed as she found herself toppling over the edge. Just as she hit her peak, she felt Grant slam into her with more force than he had all night. With that final thrust he groaned, low and feral as his cock unleashed a stream of cum within her hungry pussy.
"Oh-my-God, Grant!" Her entire body shuttered as she came crashing down from her high. She clung tighter to him as he lowered his body to hers and let his forehead fall to her shoulder, panting hard.
"Ummmm. Nikki. God, I love you."
Her heart warmed as she heard the words uttered from him. She knew she'd never get sick of hearing those words, or bored of feeling his beautiful body hammering into hers. Now that he was no longer working in the field she felt secure, knowing he'd always be coming home to her safe and alive. She no longer shared him with his work, he was all hers.
"I love you Grant," she whispered back.
Chapter 5
"I'm doing this for you, baby," Nikki stated as she leaned across the seat of their yellow Lotus Elise and gave him a quick kiss.
"Doing this for you," Grant corrected, kissing her back and then with a wave of his hand motioning for her to get out of the vehicle.
"Yeah." She rolled her eyes at him and exited the car. Grant watched as she strolled down the walkway towards Dr Greer's office. Once she disappeared into the building, he made his way to the other side of the building and parked the car.
After he parked the car, he shut it off and got out. Quickly locking it, he made his way into the agency. He caught his reflection in the mirror. Black suit, tie, mirrored sunglasses. The stereotypical CIA agent if he'd ever seen one.
"Living the dream," he muttered under his breath as he walked into the front doors and flashed his ID to the guard and then slid his security badge into the secured door. The door made a soft buzz and he pulled it open and stepped into the building.
Removing his glasses he started to make his way through the maze of cubicles towards his nook when he heard his name being called. Spinning around he frowned seeing his boss, a tall, thick man of his early fifties rushing towards him.
"I need to see you in my office, immediately."
"Alright," he murmured and followed Agent Blare into his office.
Agent Blare motioned for him to take a seat, and then walked around the desk and settled himself behind it. Grabbing the first of two file folders that sat in front of him on his desk he shuffled through the papers while Grant waited to find out the reason why he'd been brought there.
Finding the right paper in the file, Agent Blare took a moment to skim through it and then set it down on his desk. Leaning back in his chair he steeped his fingers under his chin and eyed Grant for a long moment. "You put the request in to return to field duty."
Grant nodded and a surge of guilt rushed through him as thoughts of Nikki came to the forefront of his mind. "Yeah."
"I'm... delighted to hear it. We need people like you, but here's the problem. Dr Greer has recommended against it."
While a part of Grant was angry at Dr Greer interfering, the other part of him was slightly relieved. He wouldn't have to lie to Nikki or see the reaction on her face when he told her that he'd changed his mind and that he couldn't handle being cooped up in the office all day every day.
"Now, I know your speciality is with weapons, but an issue has come up that is in need of a seasoned agent of you," he cleared his throat, "expertise."
"But... Dr Greer."
Agent Blake leaned forward and braced his elbows on the table before him. "Off the record... Fuck, Dr Greer." Grabbing the second file folder in front of him he pushed it across the desk for Grant. "Here."
Picking up the folder, Grant skimmed through it and let out a loud, slow breath. "So what is my part in all this? I can't go overseas. Nikki just had a baby..."
"You don't have to. He's here."
Grant sat up straighter in his seat. "In Boston? Here?"
Agent Blake grinned. "Here. I have the exact address and we have men tracking his every move as we speak."
Grant looked down at the file once again. "What's the objective?"
"This man has threatened the President's life publically on several occasions. He's here. The President arrives tomorrow. What do you think the objective is? You know the drill. We take no chances with the President's life."
"When?"
"Now."
Grant sighed, but the adrenaline was already rushing through his veins. "But Nikki..."
"... Will be picked up from Dr Greer's office and delivered home safe and sound and watched over from afar until you return home tonight."
Grant looked back down at the closed file. It was no coincidence that he was being assigned this job. He'd been tracking this guy, well; he had been before he took to the office job. He wanted this guy - bad.
The rush within him intensified as his thoughts went to the mark. Yes, he had to take this. Slowly, he nodded. "Alright. Give me twenty minutes and I'll lead a team out."
I'm so sorry Nikki, he apologized silently. It was at that moment he realized just how much this job was a part of him. Because it was more than just a job, it was him. Without field work he was nothing in his own eyes and he doubted he'd ever be able to change his way of thinking about it.
*****
Grant was three hours late from work without a word. Nikki had started pacing close to two hours ago. Every five minutes she'd look down at her watch. Minutes, felt like hours and hours like days. Grant wasn't answering his mobile phone and the people at the agency refused to tell her where he was or whether he was even in the office.
"I knew something was up," she told Jasmine who was watching her mother, her eyes moving back and forth with Nikki's pacing.
It had struck her as odd when one of the other agents picked her up at her appointment with Dr Greer, but she'd dismissed the notion until Grant didn't arrive home at his normal time. Now she was a mixture of angry, upset and worried. Grant knew she worried about him, how could he just leave her waiting for him without a call? He knew how she worried she got, especially after the shooting.
What if something did happen to him? She looked over at Jasmine and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and fought to keep them at bay. She was overreacting, surely she was. Grant got caught up in a meeting, or some assignment, or...
The sound of a car's tires rolled up the gravel driveway to their house and she rushed to the front window and peeked out. It was their yellow Elise and Grant was behind the wheel.
"Oh thank God," she fell back against the wall, hugging herself and slowly calming down. "He's home."
She was still slumped back against the wall when Grant opened the front door and walked in, looking tired, yet elated. There was a gleam in his eyes that she hadn't seen in a long time. She felt a pit forming in her stomach. She pushed herself off of the wall and walked over to greet him.
"Hey honey, I'm sorry I'm late." He pulled her tight, hooked a finger under her chin, tilted her lips up to his and kissed her hard and deep.
When he released her, she was left wide-eyed and
breathless.
"Ummm. I needed that." Ignoring her inquisitive look he proceeded over to Jasmine, picked her up and held her tight. He talked to her softly and then set her back down after placing a tender kiss on the top of her head.
"Where've you been Grant? I was worried."
His body visibly tensed as he turned to face her. "Work just ran late. That's all." He gave her a flirty, seductive smile that normally would have had her swooning, but not tonight.
"Doing what?" she asked taking a step backwards and eyeing him suspiciously.
He closed the distance between them and attempted to pull her into his arms, but she stepped back again. If she didn't keep herself distanced from him she'd never get to the bottom of this.
"Honey, you know that's classified."
She clucked her tongue off the roof of her mouth. "You weren't in the office. I called."
Taking a deep breath in her slowly released it and a look of guilt crossed his face and gleamed in his eyes. "No. I wasn't."
"What were you doing?"
"Nikki..."
"You put yourself in danger didn't you?"
"I didn't leave the city honey." He took another step forward and gathered her into his arms.
Nikki tried not to allow herself the luxury of melting into his embrace, but he felt so good and she was so relieved that he was finally home safe and sound she couldn't help herself. She fell into his arms and buried her face into his shoulder, savouring the smell of his aftershave and soap. Her suspicions rose up again. The soap smell was too fresh, and not the brand they used.
She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "Why did you take a shower before coming home?"
Grant's mouth fell open, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "How did you...?"
"Grant..." Her blue eyes narrowed.
His jaw clenched and she could see the wheels turning in his head, as he assembled the words he wanted to say to her. "Alright. Let's talk." Pulling away from her, he took her hand in his and led her to the sofa.
"Alright." The pit in the bottom of her stomach grew.
Once seated, he pulled her onto his lap and brushed his lips across her temple. "Why did you fall in love with me Nikki?"