Head Over Heels

by Ford, Brenda

  “Will do.” She’s silent for a couple of moments. “See you later on then.”

  “Great. Seven o clock. I look forward to it. It will be fun.”

  “Fun… sure. Yes, I’m, sure it will be all kinds of fun.”

  There is something to her voice, something with an edge, almost like she’s challenging me and I’m not sure why. It can’t really be because of Ellie because she has no idea about my feelings for her. Also, much as she might be wound up about it, this seems a little bit excessive for my liking.

  No, I think that I must be reading too much into it. She’s mad at Tristan, not me. I just have a guilty conscious because I’m sure what I’m doing is wrong. Or I think that it will cause drama anyway, and I don’t like drama.

  “Brad,” I call loudly down the stairs. “Rosie is on board. Everyone will be here at seven.”

  “Great okay. I will call you down if I need your help with the cooking.”

  I flop on to the bed and grin at the ceiling, excited that I’ll be getting to spend more time with Ellie tonight. I can’t wait to see how our conversation will be later, if it will still have the same charge as before, where that electricity might lead. I know where I want it to go but this isn’t all my choice.

  Thankfully, this time I really think that I might be obsessing over someone who likes me right back. She was certainly giving me all the signs that she wants me naked. I hope that I’m not reading anything wrong this time around. I don’t want another explosion in my life, another eruption, I just want a simple, fun time that could eventually lead to love and the whole happy ever after stuff. Isn’t that what everyone wants?

  Chapter Six

  Ellie

  I straighten up my top, making sure that it shows just enough cleavage to get Oliver’s heart pounding. Of course I wouldn’t have a lot of my breasts out, not after what happened, not knowing that the picture is still on the Internet somewhere for anyone to look at, but I don’t mind a tiny piece of me on show for him.

  As soon as I overhear Rosie telling her mom about dinner at the Smith’s house, I started getting dressed because I want to look my best for Oliver. He’s seen me looking average after a long journey and he seemed to like me, so I’m thrilled to show how incredible I can be when I really give it some effort. My hair is all curled and flowing around my face, down passed my shoulders. My makeup is done to perfection, really highlighting my big blue eyes and high cheek bones. I have a tight top on, giving him a glimpse of me, and skinny jeans which curve around my ass, which I will team with heels as well to make me look even better… yes, I might be a little dressed up for dinner with the neighbors, but this is also a little like a date as well. At least in my mind.

  “When are we going?” Seth moans from behind. “I’m starving. Why are you still dressing up?”

  “Because it’s dinner.” I drag my lipstick across my mouth. “And you should look nice.”

  “Should I get changed then? Because this is what I have been wearing all day long.”

  I smile down at him and shake my head. “No, buddy, because you always look good.”

  “Well, I think that you look very pretty too. Good enough to go to dinner now.”

  I nod and check my reflection one last time, before agreeing with him. “Okay, let’s go and grab Rosie and Auntie Amelia, and get over there already. Because now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m starving too.”

  I rub my belly and make him laugh, which is nice. He didn’t laugh at all at home after Mom died. I’m not surprised how can he find anything funny without his mother around? But I can see he’s more free here. A bit like me. This really is a brand new start for the pair of us and I’m sure that it will be a good one.

  “Woah!” Rosie exclaims as soon as me and Seth walk into the kitchen. “Ellie, you are all dressed up.”

  It almost makes me a little smug to see her in a tee shirt and leggings. Not that she’s any competition since she has Tristan, but I really want to stand out, and right now I think I will. I hope he’ll be stuck staring at me.

  “This is how I always dress for dinner.” I shrug and try to act blasé. “It’s normal for me.”

  “You look like this all the time?” She cocks her eyebrow, clearly unsure. “Wow, that’s…”

  “You’re talking to me now?” I snap, changing the subject. “Because you’ve been locked in your room ever since Tristan left. I wanted to check that you are okay but you wouldn’t answer me.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that. I just need a bit of a time out when me and Tristan row. I need to recover.”

  Well, I wanted to talk to her alone to see what the deal is and why she’s so mad about me talking to Oliver, but it seems like now in front of everyone might be the best place to start.

  “So, do you and Tristan argue a lot? It seems to me like you have a fiery relationship.”

  “Oh, you just saw a small snippet of it.” She tries to play it down a little, but I can tell this is more painful than she cares to admit. “We aren’t like that all the time; it was just a little blip.”

  “Right, a blip. Okay.” I nod knowingly. “Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

  “I might just get changed actually. I feel a bit crappy in this outfit now.”

  “Oh, don’t be silly,” her mom jumps in. “Oliver sees you all the time, in all kinds of states, he won’t care. Nor will the rest of the guys. So, come on. We don’t want to be late. Let’s get out there.”

  Rosie mutters under her breath as we go, clearly very pissed off by having to go over there not looking as good as me which has me very curious. Does she like Oliver or something? Are any feelings there? That’s weird, but since she already has a boyfriend, he isn’t really a choice for her. He might be for me though. I’m not going to let her bullshit trouble me when I have found the first guy I have ever really liked.

  Brad Smith, as I quickly discover he’s called, welcomes us openly. I instantly like him. Not like I like Oliver, but he’s nice. He wants us to feel comfortable around him and I do. He has a dad like quality to him… not that I know much about what a dad like quality is. Alex Smith, the awesomely cool rock star is friendly enough as well…, but even he isn’t enough to take my eyes off of Oliver. He captivates me still. It wasn’t a momentary thing, and I want to know more. I want to know everything there is about him.

  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 t
hat. 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 Seven

  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.