Head Over Heels

by Ford, Brenda

  I like the idea of this, it turns this into something much more serious than just hooking up at his home. I really hope that he agrees because I want to know he sees me in the same way I do him.

  “It’s your birthday? Oh, sure that would be amazing. We can go out to a couple of bars.”

  Hmm, bars might be an issue because of my age, but if I confess that, he might ask how old I actually am. In fact, he will definitely ask my age, it’s a shock that the birthday conversation hasn’t led to that, so all I can do is nod and pray. I can look older than I am anyway, especially if I dress up, so all will be okay.

  It will be sophisticated anyway, a chance for me to show Oliver just how wonderful I can be for him in any situation. I want him to be proud to have me on his arm, I want him to show me off.

  “Sounds great, thank you, I would love that. I would like to go anywhere with you.”

  “We’ll have to make that night special for you. You deserve it after everything.”

  I lean my head against his shoulder and breathe in Oliver’s delicious manly scent, so glad that I have come. I can’t believe I was even questioning this; how can I not want it when it’s absolutely perfect? So perfect that I won’t ever let anyone get in the way of us again. Not Rosie, not anyone. Me and him are meant to be, I just know it. I just need to let him realize it too.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Oliver

  There is nothing more exciting to me than sitting on my bed and eating Chinese take-out food with Ellie. Even when we’re barely talking and simply focused on eating, it’s just a thrill to be with her. She lights up the room, her presence is such an awesome one, I always want to be around her. Actually, I would like her to come and work with me because she would make every meeting far more interesting… but she’d also be a massive distraction because I wouldn’t be able to stop looking at her, so maybe it’s best she wants to do something else.

  “You really are gorgeous,” I chuckle. “Sorry, I know I keep telling you that, but you are.”

  An adorable redness stains her cheeks. “That’s okay, I like hearing it. It’s nice. No one has ever said that to me before so yes, if you want to keep telling me that you like the way I look, then so be it.”

  “I can’t believe that! What were the guys thinking where you lived before? Were they mad?”

  She parts her lips, almost as if she’s about to tell me something, but she snaps her mouth closed again just as quickly. I would love her to feel like she can open up to me about whatever has happened to her, even if it’s about some horrible ex-boyfriend or something, but I can’t push her. We’ve already touched on the topic of her mother’s death tonight. I don’t want to end up making her an emotional mess.

  “Anyway, I think you’re beautiful and that’s the main thing. In fact… would you like to stay over tonight? I know that I only have a queen size bed but I’m sure it can fit two people in.”

  “Have you ever had someone sleep over in this bed before?”

  I shake my head no. I haven’t. Whenever I have dated or had short flings in the past, I have stayed with them, so they don’t have to go through the horror of meeting all of my brothers. When all five of them are in the house, it’s pretty overwhelming for anyone. Plus, I don’t want to have a million questions from them either. But it’s different with Ellie. She’s different. I want her here in bed with me. I want her with me all the time.

  “Okay, well I am very proud to be the first one then. Although I don’t have anything to wear…”

  “Suits me.” I smirk. “I’m hoping that you won’t wear anything.”

  I lean across the bed and kiss her, the suggestion hanging thick in the air. She presses her mouth hard against mine, clearly liking what I’m saying to her. Her back arches and her breasts press against me, then she lets out a little delighted moan which vibrates all the way through my body to the base of my rock hard cock.

  “You know, you have seen me naked,” she murmurs against my lips. “But I haven’t seen you nude yet.”

  “You want to?” I laugh. “Because I can make that happen for you.”

  I lean back off her and stand in the middle of the room. I keep my eyes fixed on her the whole time as I peel my tee shirt up. Ellie gasps loudly as my pecs flex which brings a self-satisfied grin to my face. Once I meet her gaze again, I unbuckle my trousers and wink at her as I slide them down. She appears so delighted, it’s like I’m the first man she has ever seen fully naked. Maybe if she’s only had shitty ex boyfriends then the sex hasn’t been great either. She hasn’t had the chance to really explore a man. Well, I can change that for her…

  “Oh my God.” As I whip my underwear down she cries out. “You really are massive.”

  Now, if that isn’t one hell of a confidence boost then I don’t know what is. I climb on the bed beside her and strip her clothing as well. The night light glints off her slick skin, making my heart pound. She’s perfect looking. All curvy and soft yet athletic as well. Her legs are long and her breasts perfect. Her nipples are dark and absolutely stunning. Delicious to taste as well. The curve of her ass is lovely as well, all I want to do is cup my hands over her and hold her for a few moments. To feel every part of her.

  I kiss her lips, then her neck, then my mouth travels down her stomach to her belly button. Her fingers knot up in my hair and she moans deliciously as I travel further down her body. The scent of her core fills my nostrils already and I can’t wait to taste her again. My hungry lips travel down until I manage to take that sexy little clit of hers between my mouth. I suck, I lick, I tease with my teeth, loving the way she bucks like crazy. She loses all control of her body when I use my tongue on her and I love it.

  Wanting to drive her over the edge that little bit more, I plunge one finger between her wet folds and massage her insides. She thrusts back against me, so I slide another finger in, then a third. Combining my mouth and hand, I cause animalistic noises to fly out of her, sounds I haven’t heard before, and I immediately want more. I pump my fingers faster, fucking her with my hand, and I flicker and swirl my tongue more rapidly as well. She tenses up and shudders, her breaths coming out ragged and sharp as the pleasure grips her.

  “I want to hold you,” she cries out. “I want to feel you in my hand.”

  There is such a desperation to her words that I can’t resist whipping away to give her what she wants. With a dark desire in her eyes, she grabs my shoulders and pins me back on the bed, taking complete control of me. She straddles me, fixing me in place between her thighs and she slowly reaches out her hand to me. For someone who was so desperate to grab me a moment ago, she’s certainly less forward now. But I don’t mind, the anticipation is exciting. It brings up all kinds of crazy thrills, kinky thrills actually, this feels very different.

  “Oh, my goodness.” As she wraps her fingers around me, the delight flickers across her face again. “You feel amazing. I can’t believe how hard you are. This is so sexy.”

  “Well, that’s what you do to me. That’s all for you, baby.”

  I slide my eyes closed and press my head into the pillow as she strokes me. She moves her hand slowly at first but picks up the pace when she can see how much I’m enjoying it. I love that she’s treating this as a brand new experience. She isn’t just touching me in a way that she thinks I will like. She’s exploring me and really learning what I want which just shows me how special she is. How much I like her…

  And I really like her, both as a person as well as a sexual attraction. The more I talk to her, the more I like her, and the more I want to get to know. But fucking hell, I can’t think about my feelings right now, because she’s driving me wild. Her delicate soft fingers are moving faster now, coaxing the orgasm from me.

  “Holy shit, Ellie,” I gasp out. “You better stop that if you don’t want me to… to…”

  I can’t even finish my sentence. She’s too damn much. It’s impossible for me to hold it together. I have to physically grab her hand and pull it off me before
I erupt like a volcano all over her.

  “I want you,” I pant while I pull her mouth down to meet mine. “I want to be inside you.”

  As we kiss, she edges up my body and angles herself over me. My highly sensitive, ready to explodes tip, grazes her entrance, waiting impatiently for the moment when she will let me in. I like her being on top and having the control, it’s really sexy, but it’s frustrating not being able to slam in to her as I need her.

  “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” She gives me the sexist smile ever. “I like that.”

  “How can I not be?” I run my hands over her hips and ass. “When you’re making me so wild?”

  She edges herself down, moving slowly at first, her body stretching around me, but as soon as she gets used to the intense feeling of me inside her this way, she begins to ride me. She rocks back and forth, making sure that I hit all of the right spots for her which is just fine with me. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am, and just burying myself in to her is enough to make me explode. Her tight pussy is incredible, the way that she grips me especially in this position makes it a challenge not to lose my mind already.

  “Fuck, Ellie,” I cry out. “Oh my God, you are amazing, Ellie, you are…”

  There are so many things that I want to say, but her walls begin contracting around me, stripping all the words away from me. She’s dragging the pleasure from me; I can’t begin to hold it back even if I want to. Not that I want to. In fact, the sensation of us both coming hard at the same time intensifies everything and makes it that much more phenomenal. It feels like it’s never going to end. With her hands clinging tightly to me, her fingers digging in to my skin, her breath gasping hard against my throat, I never want to let her go either.

  “Wow.” Eventually, it does though, and Ellie collapses in a burning hot sticky heap beside me. As she does, I twist my body around to see her and I’m blown away. She’s even more beautiful than usual. Ellie Clark continues to get better all the time. She’s absolutely incredible. Thank goodness she’s staying here tonight. I wouldn’t be able to let her go if she wanted to because she is just so lovely. All I want to do is hug her.

  “You are something else,” I tell her seriously. “Honestly, Ellie. You’re fab.”

  She giggles softly and touches her hand to my cheek. “Well, I think you’re pretty great too.”

  We hold on to one another and it isn’t long before her breathing becomes heavy and consumed with sleep. I glance down to see her stunning angelic face, all her troubles blown away, as she lies with me. I hope that I can make her feel better like this all the time, it’s lovely to see her without the stress of grief clinging to her. I know it’s one of those things that doesn’t go away, but I also know that it can be eased.

  I could fall for this woman; I think to myself as I admire her. Ellie Clark could be the one for me.

  That should be scary, the thought of commitment should be terrifying, but it isn’t. Maybe it’s just because I’m swirling through post orgasmic bliss, but I feel like it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be with her forever. I haven’t ever thought that of anyone before. Not even Rosie. Not seriously anyway. But with Ellie, it’s easy to think about. Especially when she’s snuggling in closer to me as if she might be feeling the same way.

  The next step for me is to make her birthday absolutely incredible, to show her how good life with be for her with me. I will make sure she has the best night and give her a great gift as well. Anything to make it a dream come true.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ellie

  I watch Rosie play with her food, never actually eating any of it, as she sits across the dinner table from me. Seth and Auntie Amelia are talking lots, filling in every scrap of silence, so me and Rosie don’t need to talk. That gives me the much needed space to watch her and give her the time to brood… or whatever it she’s doing.

  I really wish that she would just tell me. It’s killing me to see her all sad like that all the time. She’s become increasingly closed off during the last week and a half and it’s frustrating me. I guess it isn’t just coincidence that it’s been happening during the time that me and Oliver have been getting much closer. She must be upset and hurt about that. I know that I told myself I wouldn’t let her get in the way, but if I’m hurting her this much… well, maybe I should think about it. Much as I adore him, I don’t want to crush her.

  I sigh loudly and begin to play with my own food, unable to stomach eating anything. My chest aches, my stomach flip flops, I feel like I might throw up. What the hell am I going to do?

  “Come on, Seth.” Auntie Amelia seems to sense that there is tension. “Let’s go and do your homework.”

  They leave the table and Rosie doesn’t even look up from her plate. I don’t even think she knows that they are leaving. Ice cold guilt floods me. I don’t like myself at all for making this happen. Every single time I try and get some inner strength to make a firm decision about what I’m going to do, I find myself wavering again.

  “Rosie?” I need to be the one to make the first step. I don’t like what way I already know this is going to go, I can already feel that this will lead to an argument, but the yelling is better than the silence. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm.” She barely even acknowledges me. It’s like she doesn’t have the energy to yell. Somehow, that’s even worse. At least the shouting shows me how she really feels about things.

  “Rosie, what’s going on?” I demand a little firmer this time. “Why are you so distant?”

  She forces her eyes up to look at me, but I can tell she isn’t really seeing me. She’s glazed over, not even in the room, never mind communicating properly with me. If I have done that to her, then I should feel this guilt. I deserve it. After being made to feel like shit by other people, I know more than anyone what it’s like.

  “If there is anything that I can do…” I try. “Just let me know. I’m really sorry.”

  Tears leak from Rosie’s eyes and quickly cover her cheeks. I want to reach out and touch her, to comfort her in some way, but I can’t. She might punch me if I get any closer to her.

  “It’s Tristan,” she eventually gasps out. “I don’t know what to do about him, Ellie. I’m in a mess.”

  “Oh…” Wow, this blows me away. She is actually talking to me like I’m not someone she hates, which is a first. Also, it seems like her boyfriend has caused the issues, not me! “What has he done?”

  “He’s cheating on me again… at least I think he is. Every time I convince myself that he has done something wrong, he changes my mind. He shows me that I’m losing my mind. To be honest, I don’t know if I am losing my mind or he is cheating on me. I don’t know which option I would prefer.”

  “Cheating on you again?” I demand. “So, he has done it before?”

  “Well, I don’t know.” She shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know if he did or not. We broke up and he very quickly ended up with someone else for a while until he decided that he wanted me back. Everyone else thinks that he must have been cheating to move on that quick, and I thought it myself too, but then when we got back together, he convinced me that he didn’t. That it was all after… he’s very good at convincing me of things.”

  “Why do you stay with him, Rosie? He sounds like bad news to me.”

  “Yeah, but you are only hearing the bad side to him.” To my surprise, she actually jumps to his defense, completely changing her point of view. “There are good sides to him, he has been good to me over the last few years. We’ve been together for a long time; you can’t just switch those feelings off.”

  “I bet you can’t… but don’t you want more for yourself than someone who makes you cry?”

  “People can’t be perfect.” She folds her arms across her chest and narrows her eyes at me like I’m the one who’s done something wrong. “I can’t expect him to be always good.”

  It’s hard for me to stop drifting off in to my fantasy world with Oliver at that commen
t, because it already feels like he won’t ever make me cry. I can’t imagine him making me feel anything other than amazing. But this conversation isn’t about me and Oliver, it’s about Tristan and the way he’s making my cousin feel.

  “But the cheating thing… how sure are you that it’s happening? Is it a gut feeling? Do you have proof?”

  “I don’t know what’s going on with him. It’s a bit gut feeling, a bit because he seems less interested in me, a lot because he’s acting the same way that he did before we split up before.” She grabs on to her stomach, looking like she might puke. “I won’t be able to handle it. I don’t want to lose him. Not like this. I know that things aren’t perfect between us, but I don’t want to see him with anyone else.”

  I can’t tell if Rosie is really upset about losing Tristan or if it’s more that she doesn’t want him to be the one to end it. I suppose that after everything she has been through with him it will be a bit of a kick in the teeth, but if I were her, I would just be glad to get rid of him. He sounds like terrible news.

  “Well, maybe you should end things then.” I shrug. “Break up with him to save face, then see how he reacts. If he really wants to be with you then he will prove it by fighting for you.”

  “Hmm… but that’s a dangerous game, isn’t it? What if he doesn’t fight?”

  “Then you will know that he isn’t good enough for you. It might hurt, but at least you will know.”

  “How did you get to be so wise, Ellie?” she half laughs but it’s a bit of a mirthless sound. “Have you got more relationship experience than a normal seventeen year old or something?”

  “Almost eighteen,” I shoot back, uncomfortable with talking about anything relationship related.