Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe Page B

tendril of fear teased her brain when she sensed the head of his sex so near. Then, he grabbed her waist and lifted her off, passing his hand down her stomach, grazing her clit once, twice, then rubbing hard as he pulled her nipple between his teeth, biting down as she groaned and came all over his finger that he only inserted enough, but not too far. Again.
    “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she sighed leaning back, her arms still wrapped around his neck. She leaned into lick the sweat from him, loving the intense tastes of him. Trying once more to maneuver herself, just enough….
    “Stop it, Mo.” He pulled away, his face serious. She grinned and grabbed his cock, moving her hand up and down, like he taught her, concentrating on the thick head, using her other hand below, caressing his tight balls, and lower, using her finger to tease and stroke him.
    “I want to taste it.” She whispered into his ear. He lifted himself out backwards, and she stood on the ledge and sucked him down, using her new found swallowing skills to deep throat him, loving how he pulled her hair and thrust his hips, fucking her mouth until he grunted, tensed and shot hot liquid down her throat. She drank him down, released his long dark cock, admiring the beauty of it. “I want this,” she kept caressing him, making him shiver as he leaned back on his elbows. “So much, Brandis. Please. You’re leaving in a week. I need….”
    “I know, baby, I know.” He pulled her up beside him and passed his lips over hers. “I’m working out some details.” A small flame of anger flared in her gut, made her stand and walk away from him. “Don’t go away mad, Mo. I missed you so much.”
    “Yeah, well, missing me will be all you will do soon, won’t it?” She grabbed a water bottle and drank, ignoring the inevitable, on rushing pain that had “Brandis in Colorado” written on it. She didn’t really know why she was putting so much stock in losing her virginity, but somehow she needed him to want it more; wanted him to take it from her. He acted like it was something he just couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do. She whirled around to face him, but gasped when she realized he’d walked up behind her and was sweeping her into his arms. Tears stung her eyes. He kissed them away.
    “Friday night, Maureen. Big date. Dress up. Bring an overnight bag. Okay?” His normally deep voice sounded even lower.
    She nodded, still mad but wanting him to never ever stop kissing her.
     

    Brandis watched his hands, amazed that they were actually shaking as he packed for the weekend. Maureen Gordon. Of all the women in his orbit, how had he managed to fall head over heels for her? Granted, they’d known each other a long time. Had spent enough hours together growing up he already considered her one of his very best friends…other than her brother of course. He groaned, and sat on the bed, interlocking his fingers together to keep from punching a hole in the wall.
    Jack had been scarce himself over the summer, working overtime for his father’s new project downtown, claiming he needed the cash. Brandis asked him more than once how Gordon Senior felt about his only daughter no longer living at home, but Jack said it never came up. Brandis knew Jack had zero patience for his father’s bullshit and so did not doubt it “never came up.” Yet, Jack worked for his father tirelessly, earning a deep brown tan and plenty of dough to line his bank account.
    Brandis wandered out on the house’s small front porch and sat beside Jack, trying to gauge how much the guy had figured out about his and Mo’s activity. They’d been out on dates, lots of movies, dinners, concerts, just like a regular couple. They had done every damn thing except fuck for weeks. And while Brandis was eager for her, to do this thing she wanted so badly, part of him didn’t want the responsibility—the part where she gave something to him that meant so much to her. And the sneakiness, hiding the fact