Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe

“Let’s go take the bottles back. I’ll buy breakfast.”
    She blinked at the sudden conversational shift. But her breathing had calmed and she seemed to relax. The gut-clenching realization of their situation hit him hard. She was still a virgin, headed to U of M in the fall where he had just graduated, destined for the Air Force Academy. They had, what, eight weeks together at most? Yet everything in him yearned for her. His hands itched to caress her, his lips burned with need to kiss her. It had to be the weirdest fucking sensation he’d ever felt. He shook his head. He would not be the guy to deflower this woman. No way. No how. No….
     “Oh hell.” He gasped when she pushed him back into the chair. Allowing about a half second to realize that some girl shoving him down could be seen as a little embarrassing for his future as an Air Force pilot, he groaned when she dropped to her knees, his mysteriously exposed cock deep in her mouth. His ears roared as she fisted him, sucked him into her mouth. He spread his legs, grabbed her hair and let her do it. Let his friend’s suddenly desirable younger sister bring him to the ragged edge of bliss. Her finger slipped down under his balls, teased the soft skin between them and his ass. “Ah, shit, Mo, stop or I’m gonna, unh!” His hips jerked and he let himself fill her mouth and throat, coming so fast and hard he got light headed.
    He gasped, stared up into the blue sky and calmed his breathing. Then looked down at her. She sat back on the grass, legs bent, wiping her lips the look in her eyes one of pure sex. It made him itch to have her, the urge to take her so strong he had to clutch the chair arms to keep from doing something irreversible. That look was one he was determined to see again, but only after he had paid her a similar favor. Soon.
    Her slow smile made him chuckle. “Je-sus woman, where did you learn how to do that?” He stood, his knees still wobbly, and pulled her to her feet. She kept her distance, appearing to be a little embarrassed but he tugged her close, kissed the tip of her nose, licked her lips. He loved the way she responded with a shiver and a little moan. That was a sound he planned to hear a lot over the summer. He ignored the voice in his head that made some bullshit comment about wanting more than “just the summer,” and held her close.
    “So, about that breakfast?” She sniffled and stepped away.

Chapter Five

     
    Maureen floated in the pool her body sore all over from the running she’d been doing. Looking for any excuse to be around Brandis, she let him drag her out of bed at six every morning for a “solid five miler.” She groaned and flexed her feet, the ache in her calves nearly matching the one in her heart at his absence. He’d been gone for a week at some kind of stupid Air Force Academy orientation thing in Colorado. He’d called every night, and they’d shared some pretty vigorous phone sex, but her virginity remained firmly intact at his insistence.
    She shut her eyes and relived a conversation with him from a few nights earlier.
    “So, thanks for that.” She’d managed to rub herself to climax using the sound of his breathless commands to spur herself on. “But, I still don’t understand why…,” she’d let her voice trail off.
    “Why what, baby?” He’d been shuffling around, obviously getting himself put back together after his own phone-inspired orgasm. “Why we can’t tell, Jack?”
    “Well, yeah, that, too.” She held back a groan at the hopelessness of it and her own aching need for him to just take her, make her his.
    “I’m going to tell him.”
    She’d sat up, surprised, and more than a little nervous at the prospect of that conversation. She adored her older brother. She always had—had spent hours with him, especially since their parents had been so lame most of the time. “So, what brought this on?”
    He cleared his throat. “Because Maureen Elizabeth Gordon. I love