by Brenda Ford
I make sure I take a seat opposite him at the table, and as the wine flows along with the conversation, I stretch my foot out and gently rub it along his leg. My heart is throbbing with nerves, but the excited look on his face keeps me going. He likes me touching him which only makes me want to touch him more.
I am playing footsie with him; I think with a cheeky smile. This is amazing. And he loves it.
He is blushing and refusing to meet my eyes now, but I know it. Even as he attempts to focus only on eating, it’s so damn obvious. I am setting him alight and I love it. I want to do it more. What a shame this is a family meal rather than a date of just the two of us. I have to behave in a certain way because it’s expected of me. Luckily though, everyone else is talking so much that they aren’t expecting either of us to join in the conversation. I get to focus solely on Oliver, and he can look only at me as well. Or not at me, whatever he wants.
“Are you not eating, Ellie?” Brad suddenly asks me, making me jump. “Don’t you like it?”
I make a big show of putting a fork full in my mouth. “It’s absolutely delicious.”
My foot travels an inch higher up Oliver’s leg which must push him a little too far because he jumps up to his feet. Everyone around the table stares at him like he’s lost his damn mind, which forces him to make an excuse.
“I just need to… get a glass of water. This is a bit spicy for me. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Spicy?” Alex questions as soon as he’s out of the room. “He normally eats hotter food than this.”
It isn’t the food that’s spicy, it’s what’s going on between me and Oliver, but of course he can’t say that. Rosie might have guessed though because I can feel her eyes piercing daggers into mine. This pushes me to act before she says anything and completely blows my cover. For now, I don’t want anyone else to know.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I announce with a regretful smile. “Is that okay?”
“Oh sure. It’s just down the end of the hall. Do you want me to show you?”
“No, it’s fine. I can find it by myself. Thank you though. I will be back.”
I’m not even thinking about Oliver as I go, or at least I’m not planning on trying to find him, but I quickly stumble across him as he’s drinking water trying to calm himself down. God, he’s so gorgeous. There is something very sexy about the way that his muscles move, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. It makes me want to grab him and just tear his clothes off…
Well, I might not be able to tear his clothing off, but I can do something. This feels like too good an opportunity to miss. Who knows when I will get to be alone with Oliver again? When I can give this a try? So, with everything inside of me absolutely freaking out, I take giant strides to close the gap between us.
“Ellie?” His eyes almost pop out from his head as he spots me. “What are you…?”
I press my finger to his lips, silencing him, hoping that I’m managing to pull off sexy at the same time, and then I grab the collar of his shirt. The sizzling sensation intensifies as I pull myself up on my tiptoes, and without even considering the implications of what I’m about to do, I crash my lips to his…
Oh my God. As the fireworks explode in my stomach and every fiber of me screams out for this man, I realize what all the fuss is about. Kissing is incredible, especially with someone as sexy as Oliver. And it gets even hotter as his lips part ever so slightly and his tongue darts into my mouth. I can’t help it; a small moan escapes my throat. I want more. So much more. He’s blowing my mind and I hope that I’m blowing his too.
“Shit,” he rasps while pulling away from me, just as I roll my hips against him. “Ellie, this is too much.”
“Yeah, maybe so.” I wink playfully. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it.”
I step back, knowing that he needs to wrap his head around this for a moment, but I beam with happiness at him while I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He might need a second to work out what all of that meant, but I don’t. I’m even more sure now that I like him a whole lot and I want to know more about him.
This might be the man that I finally lose my virginity to, that I trust enough to let inside of me. I don’t want to make that choice rashly, but if the time is right then so be it. Welcome to the brand new Ellie Clark! The sexy goddess who just goes for what she wants, who just walks right up to the older guy that she’s attracted to and kisses him. Ooh I love that. And I love the fact that he’s going to be more experienced. It means that I am guaranteed to have a good time with him… if it comes down to that of course. If I decide to be with him.
Rosie’s eyes are still piercing holes into me as I return to the table, but I don’t care. I’m glowing brighter than ever, shining like a star, thrilled about where things could go now. I will be able to handle anything that she throws my way while I think about Oliver and that secret kiss that we shared. The tingling feeling of his lips against mine remains, reminding me that I’m not alone because I have him.
He returns to the table not long after me looking sheepish but happy at the same time. He meets my eyes quickly and we share a meaningful look. I already know that it won’t be the last time that we kiss. Not by a long shot. The next kiss might take us somewhere further and I love the thought of that…
Chapter 7 - Oliver
“You’re still here.” My eyes run up and down the body of the beauty standing in my dark hallway. “I thought that you went home hours ago after dinner finished. Not that I’m complaining, of course…”
She walks towards me, shaking her hips slowly, with an almost dream like quality to her step. This might be a dream actually; I don’t feel as awake as I should be at this pivotal moment. At least, not all of me feels awake. There is one part of my anatomy that’s standing to attention because of her… but it’s impossible not to be on fire with her body parading around in that tight fitting little black dress of hers.
“Of course I’m here.” A sexy smile plays on her lips while she oozes seduction. “Because I want you.”
The look in her eyes is so full of lust that my heart almost explodes. It wants to burst free to reach out and touch her, but thankfully my rib cage is in the way, making it behave. This woman is a surprise, everything about her is shocking, including the dark desire dancing behind her eye lids. I can tell that she wants to do all kinds of things to me, and damn it, I will let her. She can do whatever she wants as long as she continues to smile at me.
All of a sudden, the dress that she has on seems to change. It isn’t as tight fitting anymore, and it’s blowing out around her waist. I can see her bright red lace panties and I am about to fall apart already. If I even get to touch her before I lose my damn mind, then it will be a miracle tonight.
“Touch me,” she whispers, her mouth so close to mine now that I can feel her breath tickling all over my skin. “I want you to feel me and I know that you want it too. I felt it when you kissed me before…”
I didn’t exactly kiss her, and I don’t think that I would have done either. I don’t think I could have been brave like she was, but I’m so glad she did because that kiss changed me. That kiss made me really feel things. It showed me how artificial the one kiss I shared with Rosie was, how that was all for show and it didn’t mean anything. What I thought was intense and powerful, was actually just surface and artificial.
I drag my finger lightly up her thigh, feeling the moans vibrate in her throat. Ellie tosses her head back and allows her hair to spill everywhere. Her throat is exposed to me and I can’t help leaning in to nip her skin.
“Oh,” she squeals loudly. So loud I probably should be worried that she’ll wake everyone up, but I’m oddly calm about it. There’s a part of me that knows this isn’t all real. “Oh, Oliver, that feels good.”
“Where are your panties?” I murmur as her soaking wet slit shocks me. “I thought you had lacy panties on.”
“They melted away.” She nibbles on my ear lobe which is
surprisingly erotic. “Because of you.”
I push one finger in between her wet folds and then another, loving the way that she starts clinging to me as if I’m the only thing connecting her to the planet because she’s flying high merely because I’m touching her.
“I bet you’re wild,” I growl. “I bet you are a surprise between the sheets.”
“Why don’t you fuck me and find out?”
Those words nearly knock me off my feet. I know that she’s forward, she already showed that earlier today, but to be so bold and blunt isn’t something that I’m used to. I guess I have only ever dated and fooled around with quieter girls before, ones a bit like me. But they say that opposites attract, don’t they? Maybe this is what I need. Someone so much bolder than me to bring me out of my shell a little. To force me to open up.
I pull back and look at Ellie, a strange combination of feelings flowing through me as I do. I unzip my trousers, planning to give her everything that she wants, but before I can pull my cock free, she stumbles forward and falls to her knees. Immediately, I panic thinking that she’s drunk and about to regret this, but then her cheeky grin lets me know that she meant to fall. This is all part of her plan to seduce me and blow me away.
Well, consider me blown far, far away. She has knocked me off of my feet!
Ellie edges herself closer to me and she dips her hand into my under wear while ragged breaths fall from her mouth. She sounds desperate to touch me, like her fingers are hungry to grab me and her mouth is salivating with a deep desire to taste me. Or perhaps that’s just how I want her to be feeling because it’s been far too long since someone really wanted me more than anything else in the world. I can’t recall a time that I have felt as desired as I do around Ellie. That’s the most intoxicating feeling in the world.
“Oh wow.” She examines me closely as my cock throbs in her hand. “You are so big.”
“I don’t know about that…” I try to be modest, but the words fall apart when she strokes me up and down.
“No, you are. I can’t wait to feel you deep inside me. Thrusting, fucking.”
I groan loudly and massage my fingers in her hair while she continues to pump her fist, sending me to heaven. Her words about me being huge sound so genuine, I can’t stop my pride from swelling. I can’t even think about burying myself inside of her yet because that will tip me over the edge.
“Oh fuck, Ellie, you feel so good.” A tremble races right down to the base of my cock. I know for sure that if I’m not careful I will explode between her lips. Much as I would love to see my seed shooting down her throat, she has basically been begging me to fuck her and I want to make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
“That feels good?” she murmurs. “Then let’s see what you think about this.”
Before I can even snap my eyes open, her lips graze my tip. I don’t even recognize the sound that flies out of my mouth, it’s so animalistic and raw, it comes from my gut. Her lips alone are enough to drive me wild… so when her warm, rough tongue tastes me, me knees knock together, I fear I might fall.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her word shooting hot air down my length. “You taste good.”
She wraps her lips right around me then, causing my cock to swell in her mouth, and she pushes me all the way to the back of her throat. I actually feel her throat open up so she can take more of me inside which is just mind blowing. She’s a real sexual creature, a goddess, enough to keep me satisfied for life.
Her head pumps up and down a few times with her tongue making patterns all over me, making me scream. Actually scream. I know that this must be a dream now because even in this massive house there is no way that I could make so much noise without getting the attention of everyone. But I don’t mind it being a dream. It feels far too good for me to care about that. I still need it to happen, I still need to feel her.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she finally commands, her words vibrating all the way through me.
“Of course I am.” I tug her away, knowing that her lips are about to destroy me before I can do what she needs. “Stand up, will you? Then I can give you exactly what you need.”
As soon as she does, I slam her back against the wall and tug her dress. It tears like paper, leaving her completely naked, revealing the most gorgeous set of pert breasts that I have ever seen. Fuck, everything about this woman is perfect. I want to lick her all over. I want to start with her nipples…
But before I can bend down and taste her, she drags me towards her and my cock falls at her entrance. She’s pulsing for me, pulsating and screaming with her core, and it ignites deep flames within me. Much as I want to explore every part of her with my mouth, I want to be in her more. I just hope that we get more chances to be in this position so I can really get to know every single part of her because she is so incredible.
“I…” I part my lips, about to say how incredible she is, but before I can get the words out, she claims me with her mouth once more. Her lips cascade into mine, her hot tongue massages mine, a heady passion flows between us making my head spin. I can’t hold back any longer, I thrust hard into her and fill her up. She fits me like a fucking glove and I absolutely love it.
“Shit, Ellie.” I lean my head against her ample breasts. “You are perfect.”
She doesn’t reply, not with words anyway, but her walls begin to contract around me showing me that she’s close. Her heart also races, and I love the feeling that every time it pounds, it’s for me. I can’t hold back any longer, not when she’s dragging me under the waters of pleasure with her. How can I resist when her body is basically demanding that we share an orgasm? I explode deeply within her just as she shudders violently, we scream and yell out together as a brand new level to our bond grows. I feel like I know another level of her now and I love it. Just as much as I love the stickiness of her sweaty skin, the bruised look to her lips, the way that her whole body seems to be swollen with desire, matching my feelings exactly.
“Oliver, me and you…” she whispers as the post orgasmic bliss claims her. “Me and you…”
What the fuck? All of a sudden, I bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down my face. I immediately pat the space next to me, even though me and Ellie were in the hallway, not in bed, and the space is empty. I really am alone. Even though I could tell in parts that was a dream, it felt very real as well. Every time she touched me, I could really feel it and it was incredible. It was everything that I want and more.
That’s how incredible it would be between us as well, I’m sure. That secret kiss alone was electrifying. It did make me feel bad of course, especially with Rosie in the other room who I don’t know if I should talk to first before really pursuing anything, but it was so good I couldn’t resist.
And now I’m dreaming about her. Steamy, realistic dreams that I really want to come true. To be honest, if it is like that, then I don’t mind whatever the fall out might be. It would be worth it just to have that moment of passion, to really feel what it’s like to have her wrapped around me, kissing and feeling me.
Fucking hell, I have a feeling that Ellie Clark might get me in trouble. She might be my undoing, yet even knowing that I have a smile playing on my lips. I don’t mind being undone by her. She’s my dream girl… literally.
Chapter 8 - Ellie
“Goodbye, Seth.” I hug him tight, holding him to my chest. “I hope it all goes well for you today.”
“It will,” he mutters against me. “I will make lots of friends. You told me that, remember?”
I keep him with me for just a second longer, so he doesn’t see the tears pricking in my eyes. I don’t want him to know how emotional I am becoming for him. I have been overly confident for him and I don’t want to ruin that now. I don’t want him to know how afraid I am for him. My memories of high school are filling me up and I’m scared. I’m sure it will be better for him, but I think that’s something I will always be afraid of.
“Okay, well you be good with Auntie Amelia, okay.�
�� I pull back and stare into his eyes. “And have fun.”
He practically has a bounce in his step as he walks out the door, clearly any nerves that he had before have long gone, which is great. The more that he holds his head up high, the better a time he will have. Then, if he gets on well with that school, as soon as my eighteenth birthday comes around, I can make sure that we live in the correct catchment area so he can continue to go there. If not… well, I will worry about that later on.
Thank goodness I have finished my own online classes and that isn’t something I need to worry about anymore. I didn’t get the most amazing grades ever, but they are much better than they would have been had I stayed at school. Honestly, I might not have even made it out the other side if I’d tried to suffer through it…
Not that I need to even think about that anymore. I have something great going on here and I’m now really loving life. Of course, I still miss my mom, I don’t think that will ever leave, but without the constant reminder of our hometown to bring back all the memories, it’s easier to get passed that. It’s easier to think of my mother and remember the nice times rather than constantly be sad about the crash.
Plus, the thoughts of Oliver are keeping me going. Memories of that incredible kiss are still flowing through me all the time. The feel of his lips against mine, his hands on my waist, the thought that it might lead somewhere further… it was too much. It’s just a shame that I haven’t had another chance to see him again, to see what might happen. I keep thinking about sneaking over there to just grab him to kiss him again, to maybe take things one step further because I can’t wait to explore that, but there are too many brothers over there. I don’t want to get caught by any of the others to ruin the secret. I like the idea of it being a secret…
“Hey, Ellie,” Rosie barks, her harsh tone ruining my good vibes. “Have they gone now?”