Head Over Heels

by Ford, Brenda

  “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 Eight

  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?”

  “Who? Your mom and Seth?” I give her a strange look. Why the hell is she coming at me so hard? “Yes.”

  “Good, because me and you need to talk about some things alone, don’t you think?”

  She perches on the edge of the couch and glares at me. The last thing that I want to do is go and sit with her because I don’t like where this is headed already and nothing has even happened yet, but I have a feeling that she finally wants to get off whatever is on her chest and I won’t be able to escape it.

  “What’s going on, Rosie? You seem all pissed off about something.”

  “I want to talk about Oliver.” Urgh, of course she does. “I want to know what’s happening there?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I decide to play dumb to begin with. “Oliver who?”

  “Come off it, Ellie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Oliver Smith from next door.”

  “Okay.” I nod but continue to keep the blank look on my face. “What about him?”

  “You were flirting. You and him, there was something going on between you. I could see it. Everyone could.”

  Okay, so maybe it isn’t quite the secret that I thought it was, but that still makes me smile. I kinda like the idea that it’s so obvious how much we like one another. It means I’m not crazy.

  “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about. We had a perfectly nice conversation.”

  “Oh, right. And you’re going to pretend that’s all it was, are you?” she snips sarcastically. “A chat?”

  “Yes. I wanted to meet him.” I offer her a one shouldered shrug. “I want to meet everyone here. This is now my new home, isn’t it? This is all just very strange for me. Seth too. We have lost our only parent and now we’ve had our whole lives uprooted. I just want to know everyone around, that’s all.”

  Rosie narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. I guess I won’t be able to run the sob story passed her. “Right, so there isn’t any fl
irting there? No romantic interest at all? Nothing to worry about?”

  “Why would you be worried? You are with Tristan, not Oliver.”

  All the color drains from her face. It seems like I might have hit a soft spot here. “That’s not what this is about. This isn’t about me and Oliver. He is my best friend, nothing more. He has been my best friend only since I have been here, and I don’t really want someone messing that up.”

  I fold my arms over my chest. “Me and him won’t affect you guys at all.”

  “It will if you end up hooking up and it gets messy. Of course, it will affect us then. There isn’t any way it can’t.”

  I shook her a cheeky smile. “But what if we end up in the middle of a happy ever after?”

  “Oh please,” she scoffs. “You are never going to end up together. You and Oliver don’t match at all.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” Now, she’s just being a bitch.

  “Well, maybe I don’t know you as much as I used to, but you seem loud and cocky, whereas he is sweet and quiet. Caring and thoughtful. You’re confident and outgoing, not like him at all.”

  “Wow.” I tut and shake my head. “What a crock of shit. You’re right, you don’t know me.”

  “Well, I do know that he’s far too old for you. You are seventeen years old, Ellie, and he’s twenty three. That’s a six year age gap, which isn’t a lot when you’re older, but right now it’s a massive one. You are far too immature for him, which is why it’s destined to blow up before it even begins.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Rosie? These all seems like bullshit excuses to me. I am not immature, you know nothing about what my life has been like, so don’t judge. And so, what if me and Oliver aren’t the same person? That would be boring. Do you think that you and Tristan match? Because I don’t. But unless we were having this conversation, I wouldn’t tell you that because it’s none of my business.”

  Rosie gets a pinched look on her face. She doesn’t like me attacking her, but I’m not going to let her just come at me and not defend myself. How dare she say anything about me and Oliver? I’m allowed to like whoever I want and everything that she has just said only makes me like her more.

  “I will date whoever I want,” I growl. “And it has nothing to do with you.”

  “You’re acting like an ungrateful bitch right now,” she practically shrieks. “We brought you here to live with us and now it’s like you’re throwing it back in our faces. I can’t believe this.”

  “You did a nice thing,” I agree. “And I appreciate that. But that doesn’t mean you owe me. I’m an adult. Maybe not by law, which is why I’m here, but as soon as I hit eighteen years old, I will be gone.”

  “With what? You don’t have anything. Do you know how much it costs to live?”

  “I will have an inheritance, my mom has left me some money, plus once the house sells, I will have that money. That will get me started, and I intend to get a job as well. I know how to live. I know how to look after my brother as well. I have been doing a lot of that for years. But like I said, Rosie, you wouldn’t know me anymore. You haven’t been in my life, and if you carry on like this then you won’t be in my life ever again.”

  Rosie is gob-smacked. I can tell by the way that she keeps opening and closing her mouth like a gold fish. I have blown her away, which is good. I hope it’s because she is now realizing that I am growing up more than she thinks. I don’t need her approval to date Oliver, but I don’t want to be patronized either.

  “Look, Ellie, I don’t know what to say to you here, I don’t want to get into an argument with you. I just want to keep you away from Oliver because I don’t want to see either of you getting hurt.”

  “You think Oliver will hurt me?” Unfortunately for Rosie, I’m not ready to let it go just yet. “Or would I hurt him?”

  She shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know, Ellie. I don’t think that either of you will do it intentionally. I just think it might just happen. I can’t see you two working. I don’t think it’s going to happen…”

  “Do you like him?” I snap. “Is that what this is about? Because if it is then…”

  “I’m with Tristan. Of course, I don’t like Oliver.”

  “Then it’s none of your business. If me and him do end up together, then it’s our decision.”

  “Don’t you care about your family?” Rosie cocks her head to one side. “Is that what this is? You care about some guy that you don’t know more than me and my mom? After everything that we have done…”

  “If you want to keep throwing your help back in my face, then I would rather not have it.”

  We stare at one another, panting, rage flowing between the pair of us. I don’t even know if either of us mean what we’re saying anymore. We are one step away from trading childish school yard insults. Neither of us are handling this well, but I don’t think I’m wrong. I won’t be controlled, it isn’t right.

  “You are making a mistake.” Rosie holds her hands up and walks backwards away from me. “I’m telling you now that you are going to regret this. You will come back apologizing to me soon enough.”

  “I don’t fucking think so. I will never apologize to you. Not after you have come at me like that. You talk about immature, but you have acted like a crazy jealous bitch over some guy you claim is your friend…”

  “He is my friend. He’s my best friend. I don’t want you near him.”

  I roll my eyes and snort, temper bursting through me. “I will do whatever the hell I want. You keep out of things that are nothing to do with you, Rosie. I might be your family, but me and you are not friends.”

  “Fine by me.” She slams the front door open so hard it hits the wall hard. “Fuck you.”

  She leaves me with even more certainty that I need to get the hell out of here now. I can’t stand this house, I don’t like that tension, I am an adult who can do whatever I want to.

  Chapter Nine

  Oliver

  My eyes grow heavy, this work meeting has been going on for far too long, I’m really disconnected by it now. I have done my part and discussed the accounting details; I really could go. But Brad likes to run this business exactly in the same way that our father did, which means everything gets shared with everyone. Our father had a lot of success and he made a lot of money. So, we all stay to hear everything. Brad, like our father, has the theory that keeping everyone on board and having no secrets leads to a more successful working relationship. Usually, I’m totally in agreement with him but today my mind is all over the place.

  As Brad turns around to write something up on the white board, I sneak a glance at my cell phone, just to see what the time is. I’m surprised to see that I have some messages from Rosie.

  Rosie: Oliver, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you. How are things?

  Rosie: Oliver, are you ignoring me now? What’s going on? Talk to me please…

  Rosie: Tristan is out of town tonight; do you want to watch a movie? I have some popcorn in!

  Huh, this is a little strange. She doesn’t normally message me a lot of times, but I guess it has been a while since we really connected and she was pretty mad at me for letting Tristan see me, but it seems like she has forgiven me now. It would be cool to hang out with her and see how she is.

  Oliver: I’m at work at the moment, stuck in a meeting. I will come over after.

  Rosie: Great! I’m looking forward to it. You can even pick the movie again.

  Oliver: No way. You pick, it’s your turn. I will even suffer a shitty Hollywood chick flick.

  Rosie: I will choose something good then. Make sure we can both enjoy it.

  There is definitely something a little different about the way that Rosie is messaging me, usually when it’s her turn to pick a movie, she does what she can to torture me. She must feel bad for taking her mood towards Tristan out on me. That’s good, it’s something that we can talk about later on. I would like to know what’s going on with her and
Tristan to check that she’s happy. I don’t know what’s going on there, it seems tense. Now, I feel like I might be able to help her without having my own agenda behind it.

  Oliver: Okay, I will message you when I’m on the way home. See you soon.

  I feel another bolt of energy. I can engage a little more with the meeting, now that I have plans with my friend. In the same house that Ellie is in as well. It doesn’t hurt that I might get to see her too. I have been desperately trying to get my hands all over her ever since that dream and I haven’t had the chance. I haven’t really seen her ever since the meal. Maybe tonight that will change…

  * * *

  “You know, this isn’t bad,” I laugh as I take a sip of the fizzy pop. “A bit soppy, but okay.”

  “I told you it would be one you like! Hey, give me a bit of that drink. It looks nice…”

  She sidles closer to me and takes the drink from my hand. As she pops the straw in between her lips she keeps her eyes on me which is weird. She isn’t acting like herself at all. She seems off.

  “Hey, are things going with you? Is there anything that you want to talk about?”

  “Like what? Things are good with me. I’m glad that we get to hang out again.”

  “Well, we can when Tristan isn’t around, can’t we?” I smile as I say this, so she knows I don’t mean it as a dig or anything. I don’t want to get Rosie’s back up against the wall because I hate being on the wrong end of her fiery temper. “So, now that he’s out of town, we should fit it in as much as we can.”