Keeping It Secret

Moan For Uncle
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Keeping It Secret

Copyright 2011 by Terry Towers

Cover by: Terry Towers

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Chapter 1

Looking at herself in the mirror over the sink of the airport bathroom, Nikki smoothed down the front of her black sundress. It fell to mid-thigh and dipped just low enough into her cleavage to tease. A subtle type of sexy was what she was aiming for. She fingered the large diamond secured to a delicate gold chain around her neck - her birthday present from
him
. Because of the clarity and size most people assumed it to be a fake; little did they know it was
very
real, but she kept that information to herself.

It had been two months since she'd last seen her Uncle Grant, not since her nineteenth birthday party, and she missed him nearly every second of each day. At least it felt that way at times. While he was her uncle, technically they weren't blood related. She had learned many years ago that he had been adopted as a child. That was when her thoughts of him turned from being those of a niece for her uncle, to fantasies a woman has for the man she desires. On the night of her nineteenth birthday, she realized his feelings towards her had changed as well.

She vividly remembered their one night together. She relived it in her fantasies each night with her vibrator in hand before drifting off to sleep. She relived the way his hands caressed her body, the warmth of his naked body as she cuddled up next to it, and the way his large cock stretched her to the limits, making her scream out for more. Even now, just thinking about him made her pussy pulsate and her juices begin to gather between her legs

She looked down at her watch. Grant was due to arrive from Washington, DC in fifteen minutes. The CIA had given him a few days to spend with her, before sweeping him off to some new job they had lined up for him. It both annoyed and worried her that she rarely knew where he was or even if he was alive! She could go days, even a week or more, without a word from him. It was unbelievably nerve-wracking.

Deep blue eyes, sparkling with excitement, looked back at her when she gave one final examination of herself, in the mirror. Running a hand through her smooth, chocolate brown hair, she took a deep breath in and then exhaled. She was ready.

Making her way through the Logan International airport, in Boston, she found her way to the terminal where she was supposed to meet him. She arrived at the terminal just in time to see the door of the jet swing downwards and the passengers begin to file out. It was a tiny plane; she counted roughly thirty passengers scurrying out before the final passenger exited.

The final passenger was a man for whom she would have sworn the expression 'tall, dark and handsome' had been coined. Nikki's stomach did a somersault and her pulse raced just at the sight of him. Grant was wearing a very official looking black suit, black button down shirt and mirrored sunglasses. He was the stereotypical government agent if she ever saw one – or at least how they were portrayed in the movies. This was the first time she'd seen him in a suit, usually he wore faded blue jeans and a t-shirt which would stretch across his powerful chest. She'd never seen him looking so formidable, and it was as sexy as hell.

Her eyes followed him as he briskly made his way to the terminal entrance, a black leather carry-on slung over his left shoulder. As he entered the terminal, he removed his sunglasses and pocketed them in his jacket; his storm-grey eyes caught her blue ones immediately.

A rush of adrenaline shot through her. He was finally here!

Without thinking, she ran up to him and leapt into his arms. Luckily for him, he'd braced himself for her, as if he anticipated that type of welcome. He held her tight as she wrapped her limbs around him, and kissed him soundly. Grant gave in to her overzealous kisses - despite the crowd of onlookers that was gaining in size by the second.

She knew she was drawing attention to them both, but didn't really care. Nikki also knew that Grant would scold her when they left the airport for making a scene, but that also didn't matter, all that mattered was the feel of his hard, rigid body against hers, and the ripples of pleasure that coursed through her as her tongue duelled with his.

"We're drawing a crowd Nikki," Grant murmured against her mouth before pulling back from her.

Huffing loudly, Nikki reluctantly released him, lowering her legs from around his waist and sliding down his body, to stand in front of him. "It's not like anyone here knows who we are," she grumbled.

Laughing, Grant draped an arm across her shoulders and pulled her close to his side kissing her temple. "I missed you,
Nik
."

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she let her head rest against his shoulder, taking in the spicy scent of his cologne.
Damn
, she loved that smell. "Well you
know
I've missed you. It has cost me a small fortune replacing the batteries in my vibrator," she paused for a moment and her voice took a slightly bitter tone, "I'm glad they
finally
gave you a few days off."

Grant winced, but wasn't able to fend off an amused smirk as they started walking towards the luggage claim. "Would it make you feel better if I told you that I’d brought you back a souvenir?"

A coy grin spread over Nikki's face as she tilted her head up so she could peer up at him.
"
Ummm
, maybe."
Her eyes narrowed as she eyed him suspiciously. "What did you have to go through to get it?"

Grant gave her the usual, Uncle Grant shake of the head which indicated he wasn't at liberty to discuss the matter further.

As much as he was a hero in her eyes, all the secrecy and his leading a double life upset her. She pushed those feeling down deep. Grant was here with her now, for three whole days and that was all that mattered. Nothing could ruin the weekend they had planned.

****

"It's... cozy." Grant dropped his suitcase and carry-on by the door as he surveyed the sparsely furnished, dimly lit, bachelor apartment that Nikki had been calling home for the past couple of weeks. The apartment consisted of two rooms, a small bathroom which was just to the right as you entered the apartment and the main room which was a bedroom, living room and kitchen all in one. The typical college student apartment he supposed.

He was tempted to offer to pay for a better place for her, but knowing Nikki, she would refuse. She'd been adamant about paying for everything herself when she went to college. He supposed that unless she wanted to move to an even
worse
part of town, and sleep with a gun under her pillow at night this was about as good as she could afford.

But he still didn't like it.

Grabbing hold of the lapels of his suit jacket, Nikki pressed her body tight against his, her ample breasts pressing against the massive expanse of his chest. Sliding her arms up and around his neck she brought her lips to his ear. The warmth of her breath on his neck sent chills through him, and immediately put his cock on alert.

"You look
almost
as sexy with this suit on, as you would with it off," she purred in his ear, nipping at his earlobe, and then running her tongue lightly down the length of his neck.

Grant groaned.
Damn
, he'd missed her more than he would ever have imagined he could over the past couple of months. For at least the hundredth time since the night they'd spent together he found himself wishing he had a ‘normal’ life, working a ‘normal’ job.

He'd been away from family and friends for close to fifteen years, starting his career as an intelligence officer with the military when he was in his early twenties. Sure, life working as a field agent for the CIA was interesting - to say the least - but there comes a point in a man's life when stability isn't such a bad thing. He suspected those days were fast approaching for him.

"We have three days to fill, what do you think we should do with all the uninterrupted time?" Nikki's hands slid under his jacket and guided it off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She yanked at the black tie, pulling it off - it joined the jacket on the floor - and then she began to work on the buttons to his shirt. The feel of her body against his was turning his body into a raging inferno. It had been too long to go without feeling the warmth of her tight little pussy around his cock.

With a deep growl erupting from the back of his throat Grant spun her around and pinned her petite body to the wall with his own massive frame. He brought her dainty hands up over her head and secured them with one of his, while his free hand worked its way up under her skirt, moving up her inner thigh.

Nikki moaned and bucked against the ridge of his hardened cock, as his lips claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She smelt and tasted of strawberries.
So delicious and intoxicating.
Everything about her was sweet and succulent.

"God, I've missed you,
Nik
," he murmured as his lips left hers and made their way across her chin and jaw, then down the length of her neck, kissing and nipping as he went. As his hand reached the apex between her legs, he was delighted and increasingly aroused to find that she wasn't wearing underwear, and her pussy was virtually dripping for him. As he sank two fingers deep into her moist core, he remembered how good it felt and anticipated how good it was
going to
feel having her naked body thrashing under him as he sank his cock into her.

"Fuck me Grant please!" Nikki gasped. Her pussy clenched onto his fingers as he stroked her inner wall.

"Soon, love," he rasped, his desire so thick for her that he could barely breathe. It had been too long, over two months since his cock had had the pleasure of sinking deep into her. He suspected this first time with her wasn't going to be much of a marathon.

She squirmed and bucked against him once more when he pulled his fingers out of her and undid his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. "I
need
to touch you Grant," she pleaded struggling against his grip which still held her hands secure.

"Always so wet for me."
Grant ignored her request to release her hands and ran the head of his thick cock between her sleek folds. Back and forth, teasing the entrance to her quivering pussy.

Hooking a leg around his waist, Nikki pulled him tighter to her, attempting to impale herself on his cock. Chuckling at her enthusiasm, his lips captured hers, his tongue slipping past her lips and teeth. The head of his cock pressed at the tight entrance of her core.
Taunting her.

To Nikki's relief, Grant finally released her hands, as he thrust up hard into her. She cried out under his lips and, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressed herself as tightly to him as possible. Even a fraction of an inch dividing them was too much. Grant thought for sure he was going to come right then and there as her wet pussy, gripped onto his cock, tight, warm and inviting.

He wanted to take it slow and make it last, but she felt way too damned good. "I'll make this up to you
Nik
," he groaned as he increased the speed of his thrusts, driving his shaft faster and harder into her, forcing her body hard against the wall. She buried her face in his neck, holding tightly to him, riding his cock.